The storm before the harm

Cheena Madan

That weathered thought
Incessantly knocked
Crumbling the fortress of content
With shards of broken feelings
Oh so vehement
To reflect and repent
Domineering the calm
Reckoning the storm
Frolicking with past
To last
Oh so vehement
To fiddle with the present
Revelling in the bygones
Stirring the unseen storm
Fazed and forlorn
To embark
The darkest of dark
That weathered thought
Again stalked
And deeply knocked
Crumbling the fortress of hope
Tired and lost
To sought
That dreaded thought....
That dreaded thought....