Storms of July

In the shadows of July, when the storm clouds rolled in,

A heart filled with fear, where the nightmares begin.

The thunder rumbles low, just like my beating heart,

Waves of pain wash over, tearing me apart.

A flickering screen, the world fades away,

I just wanted comfort, instead, I lost my way.

She turned to me, with a glint in her eye,

I asked for a change, not knowing my goodbye.

But oh, the storm inside, it echoes loud and clear,

How can love turn to terror, and fill the world with fear?

In the grip of the night, where shadows hesitate,

I’m just a survivor, battling my fate.

The knife gleamed bright, like the last light of hope,

Pressing against my throat, I struggled to cope.

Words like daggers, cutting deeper than skin,

A prisoner in silence, drowning in my sin.

I remember her whispers, chilling as ice,

I never thought love could redefine sacrifice.

But oh, the storm inside, it echoes loud and clear,

How can love turn to terror, and fill the world with fear?

In the grip of the night, where shadows hesitate,

I’m just a survivor, battling my fate.

Now I’m awake in the dawn, bruises still remain,

Trying to forget, trying to heal the pain.

Each glance in the mirror, a reminder of the fight,

But there’s strength in my soul, igniting the night.

In the storm’s aftermath, I stand up tall and proud,

No longer a victim, no longer cowed.

This journey’s not over, but I’m taking control,

With courage as my armor, I reclaim my soul.