Washed Out

Timing.
so crucial
and yet so cruel.

With a storm inside,
I face the storm outside.
Brace my self against
the sheets of rain
the electric lightning
and the booming thunder
that tell me I am wrong,
erode my reasoning.

I stand,
watching
as the structures that support me
flow away with the mud
I watch
as my senses are

overwhelmed
by the blues and the greys
overwhelmed 
by the song
and 

by the storm.

© Utsa Seth, 2018