The Storm

It’s storming outside this house I’m in ,
I’m scared to look outside and see the damage ,
I can feel the pouring in from the roof ,
The wood is wet and the last fire burnt out ,
It’s getting so cold and it’s hard to breath,
I can’t believe the sun was shining yesterday,
Now today the only light I see is a dim candle ,
I hear the winds knocking on the fragile door ,
I look as the house begins to break and give away,
It hurts to know I built this with my bare hands,
And it wasn’t strong enough to survive the test,
Though I’m scared I make my way out in the dark,
The cold rain and rough winds holding me down,
My warmth is gone feeling as if will never return,
I know I should have looked out of the window,
Instead I blindly chose a path with hope of survival,
I’m not sure if I will make it through the night ,
But if I do the sun will shine and I’ll be warm again