It is silent and quiet
I can feel it building here
Around my heart
Behind my ribs
In my head
There is a calm
But I can feel it
Nothing is wrong
No event heralds
But the storm is coming
And I know not how
To turn it away
I do not want to be
Engulfed in it
Swirling and dark
Deep and dangerous
Scared and alone
Unable to reach out
And then afterwards
There will be clean-up
The lack of hope
The tiring rebuild
And the anger
Why do I need it?
I don’t but
I can feel the storm