January

It's amazing what creativity comes from a concoction of little sleep and too much stress. Although I'm way off this morning I am grateful for the result - enjoy!

January

by Butternose

A storm is brewing

It's alive.

With every breath,

It feeds and thrives.

A storm is brewing

Out of control.

Beyond my body,

Poisoning my soul.

A storm is brewing

I'm caving in.

Nor strength or faith,

Can conquer this sin.

A storm is brewing

And once it has passed,

The skies will open,

But that will fade fast.

A storm is brewing.