After. ...a raging storm. ...

going wild in the soul....

comes the calm.......

a soothing balm. ....

a quiet numbness.....

of the mind......silent and sharp......

overwrought with the

stark and vivid. ....

images of the thunder....

and the rain. ....

that accompany the overflow. ...

of incessant pain...

this unending cycle. ...

a lost soul's game......

I lose or gain......

whether right or wrong. ....

nothing will ever be the same. ...