Not based off my story, the Last Storm, but definitely influenced by it.
The last storm can only be seen;
It cannot be touched.
And no matter how hard you want to push it
away,
it will never leave you.
It casts a shadow over year heart,
keeping it dull and gray.
And no matter how hard it pumps,
it will never see color
again.
It keeps a straight course
not having anywhere else to go.
And no matter how much you want to steer it,
nothing will happen,
because some things cannot be turned.
The perfect storm will last forever.
It will never leave your heart.
It will implant a cold, wet shadow,
and seem to be untouched.
But, even though it’s said to be alone
and said to steer its own course,
never in its right mind turn,
there is always something,
or someone,
out there that can make it spin.
