Forecast

Had I ever have any
forecast of my soul?
Fog variable visibility and gusts
of cold and even hot winds.
Could feel the storm approaching
to my back, while I kept facing
future pretending to
be as innocent as unconscious.
My eyes, once again,
would draw such
surprising face, half human
and on behalf the beast that
layed down on my very
deep down inside,
I had learn
to turn my back just
to embrace silence
but back was the noise,
heart vacuum, returning
despererately in every
wrinkle of each
weekend eternity.
Hanging in pain
never resting in peace,
since there is no
wind calm