The wind screams at the rain to keep moving
Splattering the specks of wet glass onto my window
Calm,
Quiet,
But every so often getting louder
The computer to my left whizzes and buzzes
An occasional crackle when the microphone breaks
Still,
Silent,
But every other second it gets bigger
Harder to control.
A static so fierce
it breaks eardrums
Two invisible beings yelling at one another,
The wind and the rain
Then another joins in. The computer and the microphone
All yelling at one another
Creating
Chaos.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
