Inconsolate yet

The pain of parting, after I let you go,
It's something I don't ever again want to know.

The ache is still just a thought away;
fresh, almost as if it happened just today.

Forgive me for the wrongs I have done to you,
in your very heart;
If destiny wills, I will be glad to play my part,
and make another fresh, clean start.

But that bewilderment and panic,
in your eyes;
wrenches my gut and the truth,
from my lies.

En Mass

Tonight, a thwarted nature
will claim its price;
stealing a thousand and more souls
shrouded by torrents that deceive our eyes.

But we, shall sleep and wake to another morn
while they, amidst fearsome throes,
shall from life' s breath be torn.

Helpless the world watches
as nature's furious anger lashes;
at man and beast, machine and stone,
glad at being a witness...and for now, for being left alone.