Did you ever stop to think
That a sand storm
Is the same
As a rain storm, a hurricane?
While the wind howls, and bellows
So does the sand, as it ricocheted against walls and concrete;
Just the same as bullets flying?
Bullets, are the same as words- and you can battle this with me.
But you see, words are shot And slewed.
Hear me out, I plea with you.
Words, are bullets, which is the same as the sand storm.
Hear me out, I pray.
The Hurricane infested smiles of forced rain and clenched teeth against grinding pebbles between their incisors and molars-
Reflect and represent the harsh words that are near impossible to swallow.
Their eyes empty after the storm, the storm has ended, and the sand and rain has quieted their angry insults and temper-fit.
But alas, they are left in the rubble of the storms tantrum, their screams after words while left In the debris are words unsaid; words unmentioned; words that were never meant to be heard.
But over the roar of the storm, their words were never heard in the first place.
Were they?
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The Story Of They, Them, Me & The World
Kort verhaalA book full of poems, short stories, personal writings, from myself, friends, and devoted followers of TikTok and others.
