Desert Storm

Desert storm

A disaster imminently looming, temperatures fuming;
The weather fiercely booming as the sun zooms in.
The scorching ray penetrates the skin, beyond the marrow,
It burns deep within a heart so shallow.
I’m left homeless, bare with no shelter;
The roof was blown by the winds of revelation.
The walls close in, and then shatter from devastation,
The sun flares in, the storm nears in;
My strength fails me, apparent cold heart melting.
The agony of relief from love, a typical love parody.
Putting my foot down to a terrain of anguish,
A grief where I stand, below lies a grave peace;
Shelter from this storm, lies six feet deep.

~Dala~