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Storm
I’m sitting
Watching the wind
The hurricane came
Everything is gone
Ripped apart
Broken
Shattered window
Bolt of lightning
Crash of thunder
Splintered tree bark
Instant death, but so painful
Cleansing rain
Sun peaks through the clouds
The storm has ended
Watching the wind
The hurricane came
Everything is gone
Ripped apart
Broken
Shattered window
Bolt of lightning
Crash of thunder
Splintered tree bark
Instant death, but so painful
Cleansing rain
Sun peaks through the clouds
The storm has ended
Published 12th Jun 2022
Author's Note
This is a rewrite of a much older prose poem of mine.
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18th Jun 2022 5:15pm
Destruction followed by a sudden cessation of the storm is a reminder of the power that nature holds where it can hold the world in its tight grip and then in the middle of the rage mellow to a point of calm and peace as if it was innocent all along surprised at the magnitude of its own triumphant ferocity.
19th Jun 2022 4:37am
Your comment has even more descriptive language than my poem does! Thank you so much.
Like I have stated below, this was a massive rewrite of something from when I was a kid. I wanted it to stay simple but powerful
Like I have stated below, this was a massive rewrite of something from when I was a kid. I wanted it to stay simple but powerful
