I sit at peace with you, but I feel a terrible storm on its way
It’s sunny outside now, but I know soon that the sun will go away
I wish I could tell you that it will all be ok
But I would just be lying
I wish I could tell you it will always be this way
But I know this reality someday will be expiring
We sit together as the roof comes off it all
We hold hands tightly as everything around us quickly falls
My biggest fear is the worst of nightmares coming true
My biggest fear is from me this storm taking you
I hope we do not have to part by killing ourselves someday
I hope this life never becomes so intolerable that all we have left is to go away
Fires are starting all over this horrid, troubled land
And there are far too many stupid heads buried far too deep in the sinking sand
I can hear the furious storm blowing and the winds sound like death
I can hear this storm blowing until we take our defeated final breaths
The tattered ceiling rips apart and you are taken from me
The tears run down my frozen face, and then I gladly cease to be
By Adam Keith McElwain
Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry