Just perfect!

The brew for the perfect storm,
Without my shelter to hide,
My refuge or any hide,
I stand weak and can't move
But to watch on it enroach,
Approach with its fright
And my calmness takes its flight.

Numbness washes over me,
And she's gone
For watching over me.

In a minute of carelessness,
A moment of little value,
A minute of lending
An earnest hand,
A moment brooding,
And now breeding its vermin;
In a minute of honest mistake,
Of misfortune,
That so heavily looms to hover over me,
My sole solidarity received warrant,
My soul mate did vanquish
My spring of joy so well.

Now in anguish do I remain,
Fruits of my toil
Do I vex my appetite to drain.
May it rain solace
Beyond this storm,
For in the darkness do I remain
Just perfect!