This too, shall pass – A Poem

A storm came today

It started deep below the belly

And thunderclouds, pregnant and heavy

Bloomed and blossomed like

mushrooms

Nuclear warheads incendiary

 

And the lightning

Sizzled and ripped through

Arteries and capillaries

Electrifying pillars of flesh and blood red

I am Zeus with my lightning bolt

Fear my wrath

I will strike thee dead

 

And rising still the darkness

Oh the darkness

Threatened to engulf me whole

And I could taste the copper-taste

The acrid hit of blood burst on the tip

Of my tongue

And I thirst for more

 

And – go tobann

Stillness

Before the torrential downpour

Of anger and anguish

Frustration and sadness

Subside

Into a soft ebb and – at last

This too, shall pass.