Storm of Safety

I once was living through a Storm.
Rain so thick it fell like Snow.
No blanket of slumber just pounding Death.
Showing Humans we have little Power.
We can hold onto things we Love,
Waiting for death to die and life to Green.

So in my home I hold my Green,
Holding myself from his Storm.
His eyes are dead, cold as Snow.
He holds it in his hand, my instrument of Death.
Always and now he holds Power,
Once and always with my Love.

Now holding me with his Love,
Showing with eyes with life and Green.
Protecting me from the world’s Storm.
Keeping me warm from freezing Snow,
Pouring me affection shielding from Death,
Saving me with his kindness in Power.

Al the angry charged with Power.
It’s all gone all of his Love.
His eyes have lost it, the lively Green.
They’re only gray, like the Storm.
His heart is hard, it’s hard packed Snow.
It is useless I can tell its Death.

The end has sopped no more Death.
He has helped me through it with his Power.
I never did question my own Love.
Now the world has life, full of Green,
There is still trace of that Storm,
With the rain so hard you’d call it Snow.

Now he’s gone, left me in the Snow.
Not caring if I stay in life, or meet Death.
He walked away with all his Power.
Now I lay here with shattered Love.
Who will let me learn to be Green?
Who will save me from the next Storm?

I can’t be Green, not after that Love.
I have no Power to leave the Snow.
But I will weather the Storm, I am not ready for Death.

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Sestinas are a bitch to write! But very fufiling once done.