The clouds turn in slow boil
Shades of dark dance in shadows
The sky's scowl chasing the light
Back into the heavens
Back from the fields and trees
Back from the hills and streams
The light must fall back in retreat
From the scowling clouds shadows
For she is angry
She is pissed
And with furry unleashed
No sufferer shall go unmissed
The storm will pour
The torrents streaming with darkness
Flashes of pain scouring the earth
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A/N:
Anger can be such a bitch. Pass the peace pipe and chill. Calm the heart, nurture the soul.
Peace,
-DarthPadre
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PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
