a storm brewing outside
knocking all the windows
banging all the doors
tearing all the walls
a deafening sound
over the corrugated roof.
a storm brewing inside
first threatens to squash
all ends up
then implore and then
gradually grow silent
logs flare up
flames leap furiously
to meet the enemy.
a battle will ensue
in fathomless mind
followed by a sob
a whine and angry roar
nothing happens
a rancorous anguish
the ungratified hatred
the bitter impotence
flowing like a stream of magma
reddish flashes of light flicker
over the timbered wall
and sound of thunder
with rain pouring down in torrents
a candle and a red lamp go dark
a sense of nothingness
trickling inside
i have been worthless in all my life
is it a sin that i am still alive?