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A Storm Hellbent
I’ve been persuaded from my sleep,
A long persistent morning weep,
Of what I cannot recognize
While huddled warm before I rise.
No lashings of a wind-swept rain
Sent hurled against my window pane,
Can pull me from a widow’s bed,
As empty thoughts tip thru’ my head.
A conversation’s louder din
By way of lightning breaking wind.
Under my covers sudden dive,
When thunder overhead arrives.
As here a storm that comes hellbent
And stays a while without relent,
Has nothing more to do with me,
Yet seems to rain eternally.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
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