The Tempest

This is my latest poem that was published on 'Soft Whispers' blog site.

there has never been pain
like the clash of kindred spirits
from a tempest so intense - a marriage
of like minds connected between a thin thread
of similar design, or
a familiar pattern to be read,
so comfortable and so blind

then

drawn suddenly taut and strained,
trembling entropy, where passes blame -
it snaps like thunder crashing;
lightning reflects, eyes flashing
and rages stabbing from each barbed tongue:
our cages ripped wide open, but
all of our traps have sprung

and

this is what the tempest left behind:
there has never been pain
like yours and mine