Echoes and Whimpers

Blind and hurt, stumbling
Propping yourself up against an unseen wall.
You cries and whispers echo through the darkened halls,
Feeling around for the one who did this to you.

You can hear the deafening crack of the thunder of a second storm,
But this time there's noting that can stop it.

Laughter bounces off the walls,
But you no longer try to chase the source.