Bashing, lashing, smashing, crashing
These are the sounds of my rehashings
A lovely spiral of hate and pain
Yet just another round of thunder in the rain
Where is the light that spawned this disaster?
What other flashes will come hereafter?
I guess I'll know when it's all over
In the darkest storm, achieve foreclosure
A/N: Good poem, resolute and desperate, insightful but ignorant. A fave of mine.