Before or after the storm.

The quiet
before the storm or that after it
We often have reasons to ask
why we are what we are
when we find ourselves in places
we never really thought we could be
that is often dissatisfying.

the quiet,the storm,quiet.
there she goes
rolling those patroitic
butt of hers in that skin piercing green gown.
to you always go i pray,never to come not again
Here i sit with my pen thet is yet to betray me
with my paper that's never selfish....
silence still feels good
peace, much better.