Sh4roo

                    The quiet rains           have come today.     I will my heart to end the pain.     The shock,          a graceless pirouette,     a double take                    and emptiness.          The throb encaged,                    enraged and beating,     desperate to escape.          Whittle a while in a daze, A brume formed               In a summer's craze.     A heart lies torn,                    Its cream retreat          A damned, shattered irony. Maelstrom surrounds                    and glorious bedlam abounds.