Can feel the wind, making the house shudder and shake,
Sleet falls, smacking harshly against the walls and the ground,
And the dark clouds obscure the blue sky I’d once felt warm under.
By the time the storm’s over,
The sky has turned red
The air has become cold
And I am trapped inside.
So, I spend my time asking people questions
That I know they can’t answer,
And understanding how futile it is,
I still try to find the right words
For everything that silence haunts.
Outside, I hear another loud, violent gust of wind
But I know there’s no hope that this front
Has brought any warmth…