Storm

I Awoke to a cold hush
No sounds, no touch
Almost serene
Yet, the familiarity of the quietness
Just reminds me
This is only the eye of the storm

Clutching to a pillow, I pray
only to slip into a reoccurring nightmare
Perhaps my 6th sense knows better than I
Perhaps it is time
Yet I wait, holding to all I have
while the winds continue to blow

Something to just kill the loneliness?
At this point
Something to just kill the quietness

I wave my white flag
declaring that I surrender to the storm
to whatever it brings, I will not fight against it
Tired and weak, alone and cold
Wet and shivering
I surrender. It is easier to not care
I do not care at all.