Forget about the debris of the storm
That brought upon torrential tears.
Its pinpricks had plucked my meagre soul
It left me as a noneity, as my heart suffers from the wear and tear.
All i have left is a concussed mind
And a heart, now fragile and brittle
Hurt worse than your broken one.
My pride, it sways when your hurricane hits me.
It practically killed me with the strong winds
But it was all a zephyr, silently telling me to repent.
Because deep down i should know,
The worse is yet to come.
I think the last line is "the worst is yet to come" rather than what's written there. Quite visual, rather short, I'm not totally reminded of a catclysmic disaster such as a random hurricane, but rather a slow one, more like an avalanche that's going at a snail's pace then going to blow soon. Cheers Azuire