Poem: Eye of the Storm

 A calm breeze intercepting, carrying the scent of freshness

The overcast drowning the world in darkness

Spikes jutting out, rattling the earth

One runs for shelter, under temporary shields, 

coats of armor, 

unable to block the fierce chill.

Splatters and spurs, downcast onto the city like piercing daggers, cascading

Full Force.

Will it end? Should it?

The enjoyable chaos but orderly mayhem

calms and soothes a stormy mind.

Maybe I will enjoy it some more.