Baskadia

the tempest of a broken heart,

Emotions churn and tear apart.

Like a storm, they rage and howl,

Unleashing chaos, a thunderous growl.

Dark clouds gather, heavy and gray,

As tears fall, like rain in disarray.

Winds of anguish whip and whip,

Tossing and turning, a turbulent trip.

Lightning strikes, a searing pain,

Echoing the thunder, the hurt remains.

Cracks of thunder, echoes of goodbye,

A storm of emotions, no chance to deny.

Through the chaos, a glimmer of hope,

A ray of sunlight, finding its scope.

The storm may pass, and skies may clear,

But the scars of the tempest will always be near.

A breakup's storm, a force untamed,

Leaving behind a heart maimed.

Yet storms subside, and so will the pain,

In time, healing will dance in the rain.