Thread: Awaiting...

May the storm come
and hide my pain.
Let it make me ill
or go insane.
Let it kill my sleep
with lightening night.
May it startle little children
with the loudness of light.
Let a bolt strike me,
and fry my brain.
May it end my life
with nothing to gain.
Let it hide the world,
make me dumb.
Let it do these things,
yet to me it won't come.
I ask it to
every time it rains.
To free my mind,
kill it's pains.
Yet it ignores me,
and runs away.
So may the storm come,
I ask everyday.