The Storm
Thunderous clouds,
Coated with tears,
Pouring down,
On sinking ships,
Lightening sparks,
And fire ignites,
As sleep deprived children,
Hide in the caverns,
Brunette curls,
Wide brown eyes,
Sparkling blues,
Of raindrop snow,
Candle lit flames,
burn melting wax,
Broken branches,
Torn tracks,
Lost little fauns,
Cry for help,
Yet lightening strikes,
Cast intricate shadows,
Fascinated minds,
Harvest colossal sounds,
Doors bang,
And people shout,
"Our heads are burning,
But our feet are wet,"
Bodies left unburied
Machines sweep,
Numbers are tallied,
As the stench increases,
Wind carries cackles,
While clouds grin,
"You fear for not lives,
Only treasure filled chests,
Run feeble Humans,
Run from me."
C.
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PoetryThoughts, feelings, ideas, the important and the not. They say you express yourself through art, through paint on canvass or a strum of your guitar. Your entire being, your soul, poured out to create a single piece of artwork that gives others jus...
