Thunder, lightning flash and boom
The wind whistles from every direction.
I just want to hide in my room.
Why do storms seem like impending doom?
Always screaming for attention.
Thunder, lightning flash and boom.
The last petal is ripped from the most recent bloom.
A slow coming eviction.
I just want to hide in my room.
The storm brews an unnatural gloom
Over the lands in this dark nation.
Thunder, lightning flash and boom.
The longer I'm here, I fear a tomb.
To move takes such motivation.
I just want to hide in my room.
The rain will never fade I assume
Only a foggy imagination.
Thunder, lightning flash and boom.
Can I please just go hide in my room?
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Words for the Soul
PoetryA book of poetry from someone who loves to write and just wants to share the love.
