Lightning
The light strikes,
Leaving a reminiscent trace of its fidelity.
The ozone catches its breath,
Diluting the air, making it safe.
I sat on a root.
The cacophony of thunder sounds in my vicinity.
I realise this place is greatly precarious; and I'm not safe.
I jump, I try to run,
But I am far too late.
The light strikes again,
And I feel every nerve in me writhe in agony
My skin bursts into flames,
And I finally realise what I've thought wrong:
Light is never slow, it is swifter than time.
I feel droplets fall, making the world ever so green.
But yet I still feel a pulse of adrenaline in me.
Am I really dead?
My eyes finally open.
I hear the thunder beyond the void of darkness in my chamber.
I see that I am safe where I am.
I now know that the storm is outdoors
And I am safe inside.
It was only a dream.
Grey skies bring out the truth in us.
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My Poetry: A First Step to a Runaway
Poetry[WINNER OF 1ST PLACE IN THE CREATIVE AWARDS 2020] This is all just poetry that I wrote. I hope you enjoy all these words that flit through my mind in my car, in my free time, or to just bring out my inner child and write from my heart. This book is...
