The calm before the storm…

A silence ensues,

The vision grows bleak.

Reflections full of hues,

Uncertainty is what I seek.

A lonesome cup of café,

And dew forming on the side.

Showers outside the window sill,

And a storm brewing inside.

But here I sit and wait,

Shunned by the judgement of worthy folk.

What reason have I to exist when,

Not an ear heeds the words I spoke?

Will my lonesome cup ever find solace,

Or is it but the mirage of a hopeful heart?

I know not of what was or what will be,

But was I not aware of it from the start?

Uncertainty is what I sought,

But living it proves harder than I first thought.