storm silently brewing

heart torn up, broken apart, in pieces

silent tears welling up my eyes

a muted cry, chest about to burst

this story of a love that will not die

the clouds gathered, all a gloom

as winds howled, the pending doom

as i wait in silence, when time was ripe

when i’d be numb, and all’be over soon

head spinning wildly, in this tug o’war

soul growing weary, scar on top of a scar

when the end comes, all will be silent

no tears, cries or howls, spelling out the end.