my thunder roars from the pit within
where the pain from days are bottled
as fumes ascend like fermenting wines
left are the fruitless stems that cry on vines.

my thunder soars taking flight with it
freedoms will, with wings spread wide
cutting a path through the air to see
gliding higher the truth appears to me.

my thunder adores time in space alone
in peaceful song that soothes and frees
high above the misery that lays below
once was blind but now can see the sorrow.

my thunder yours, for you to see
the cause and effect how you affect
this fool who believed in love
was never meant to be or speak of.

my thunder pours every time I see
the one who took my heart and tore it apart
with words that were said as truths but lying
the end is still like dying.

Ax