Homebound
Lightning,
the pounding,
the wolves frantically bounding.
Rain,
the train,
turning people insane.
Thunder,
the cover,
turning into a blunder.
Wind,
the dimmed,
screaming, "All have sinned!"
Cold,
the bold,
searching for a hand-hold.
Safe,
the embrace,
the smiling, kind face.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesiaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
