I feel like the sails of an old ship
That's sailed through a terrible storm
All beaten and tattered from the wind
Of that unusually wicked storm
The frightening storm that hit
In the darkest of the night
You couldn't see it brewing
But you could definitely feel it's fight
There was no was no way to escape it
And certainly no way to fight back
When it struck it paralyzed me
There was nothing I could do
Then the lighting followed
Slicing like a knife
The storm raged for awhile
With no end in sight
In and out of consciousness
Wondering if I'd be alright
Hanging in the lingo
Of earth and spiritual light
I could...