The Silent Storm

Wake up in the morning
to a deep crimson sky,
that little voice nags,
spews ludicrous lies.
You try to ignore it,
but it screams in your head,
filling your thoughts
and your body with dread.
So you close all the curtains
and lock all the doors;
thus begins the storm,
here comes the downpour.

via Daily Prompt: Silent


Future Self

I wish I could see
into my future,
but I wonder . . .
Would I like what I see?
Would I still like me?