Its serene after the storm

Its Serene after the Storm:

I’ve met nights’ acquaintance; and like Frost I too know the feeling of being lost.

Your voice, like so much incandescent noise, cries in a song for Lithium to cure your incessant delirium.

Up and down, in your roller coaster view where thoughts of darkness and light accrue, you tried to weave your life anew.

You long to be reborn in Dawn’s fiery sunrise, yet a phoenix can only arise, until after it dies,

I’ve been where you’ve been; I’ve seen what you’ve seen.

A peaceful calm the storm can allude, yet this is but a teasing prelude to the force of the coming delude,

Even amidst the worse of the maelstroms wrecking bloody havoc within my mind’s sea, I had my Island of Serenity, a sunlit haven from the insanity.

Into the tempests’ grim obsidian skies, your life has gone terribly awry, and we who love you are left painfully asking, why?

Through this late introspection and though they wrapped themselves in many layers of deception, I saw your inner-demons from their very first inception.

I should have stepped-in, and fought them from within,

I should have broken down your crenellated defensive walls, and then maybe I would not have to sit idly by as a star falls.

Now you founder at the mercy of a pagan God’s turbulent sea, the waves battering your sanity, the anger of the wind snuffing out your vitality.

Leaving me at a lost and unable to inform; that it truly is serene after the storm.