I'm always in the darkness,
finding my way out. 
It's too hard to breathe.
Reach for a hand, 
my arm grasps through the air,
finally falling to my side.
Empty.

A storm is brewing,
nature's lost it too.
Tears cry down on my cheeks,
rain cries down on my head.
Slammed down by the wind.
Now my body feels like my mind.
I struggle and sway,
holding to the thinnest branch.
Knocked down by insanity.
Thunder cracking,
people shrieking.
The ever present yearning 
of that never coming rainbow.
Lights burning out,
sun searching to see out of the clouds.
It's dark and I'm blind.
Wandering and pushing through the shroud,
I fall to the ground.
Sleep at last.