365 Days

Born of shame
Born of pain
Growing and burning
Nothing to gain
The words I speak
Hot fury at its peak
Running, hiding
Feet hard on the concrete
Never knowing
Just going
Misery flowing
Ocean rising and growing
Flowing over
Torn asunder
Crashing waves
Lightning and thunder
The storm never stops
But the eye of rest gets all the props
Til the fury returns
Full blown as it burns
365 days
the storm cycles ‘round and away
52 weeks
Fury lags and then peaks
12 months
Shadow figures are the haunt
1 year
365 days. 1 tear.
My own
It drops
From my eye
No one stops
1 year. 365 days. 1 tear.
How long is that in fear?