Against The Pain

The Wind blew harshly
Against the Pane.
The howling gales
And steady rain
Served only to haunt
My tortured soul,
Upon fractured thoughts
They take their toll.

Is Life always
To be confused?
Dreams and reality
Dysfunctionally fused.
Will my existence
And aspiration
Be close enough
To remove trepidation?

Groping, reaching
To touch the edge
In the deepening dark
I pray for rest.
Escape from my dreams
And my empty quest.
Am I more than I am?
The wind answers 'YES'.
What am I afraid of?
Failure? Success?
My very soul shudders.
The wind answers 'YES'.

I can't bear the choices
I'll break from the strain
While the Wind blows harshly
Against the Pain.