THE ANGUISHED SOUL

From the Rolling wind of thunder,

Came a sound of a feeble;

Unless I could wonder,

It seemed to upheaval.

I went there and questioned,

Of all I had seen, I didn't want to;

Was it a part of depression?

Or just a memory that kept to grew.

Was I being eldritch?

Or was it just organic?

Something of an unusual pitch,

How could I not panic?

Oh mother Earth!

Is this what I gain?

Weird as a virgin birth,

All it could give was pain.

I think for a while,

Then conclude to myself;

I was no versatile,

Just an old testament in a shelf.

All I deserved was null,

So I continued with no will;

Being a lunatic with a skull,

Who was alone at the hill.

             ♡SZT♡