you stood in the eye of a hurricane
watched the trees ripped from the ground
watched the people screaming
watched the winds and the waters beat against the sand
you stood there
a stone
a blank canvas now splattered with the blood of others
you stood there
an abstract painting amid the landscapes
you stood there
and you were not your own
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the lost
PoetryHere are some random poems I write when I feel like it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. the cover image isn't mine
