Lashing rain, howling winds Screaming such bleak silence. Frozen, unaware, frost falls Consuming an empty chair Dreams of frost capped waves, Drowning as nothing saves A shattered pen, nothing to say Lashing rain just washes away Pulling, Tugging gently. Whispering, Such seducing lies. Frost pours from pen to page, Shimmering, the story shatters Releasing a deafening hurricane, A place hope cannot sustain. Waves of disdain, so cold Skies pouring, still withhold Chilling chaos, uncontrolled Never once told, nor consoled Sinking, Slowly slipping. Drowning, A dying light. Screams, broken little whispers Lost within torrential winds. Dreams, slowly falling tears Lost within pouring clouds Crystallized rain falls and crashes Brutally clashes, bitterly smashes Piercing wind thrashes and slashes Deep, into a soul naught but ashes Thunder screams self-hatred Lashing shame, lacerating Waiting, patience grating Yet nothing is sating Wind never abating Only berating Creating A void, so devoid and destroyed. Left, in a silent, motionless pause. Left behind ice coated stone walls, Left somewhere time cannot recall. Shrieking blizzards rip through, Screaming such bleak silence. Frozen, unaware, frost falls Consuming an empty chair. Permeated by crushing despair, A cold stillness hangs in the air.