As I walk the broken streets 
Yearning for affection 
The rain patters atop my head
Leaving my hair brittle as most abstract concepts 

The roaring sound of the thunder, echoing like a bass drum, sending shivers down my spine;
Yet somehow this booming, is calming 
It calms the ever growing roar inside my head 
It is as comforting as heat, in the depths of winter 

As I walk the broken streets 
Listening to my own heart beat 
I find myself comforted by the sweet release 
Of my fingers slowly turning blue with frost bite 
As I break down, crying, overwhelmed by silence. 

-Bee Corbin