The clouds stare down at me with the rage of an avenging army
It spits upon my figure as it tears at me with its invisible hands
Never has the wind felt colder or more unsettling
My breath is dragged out of my throat
And my words are overcome by the roar of thousands of trees bending and cracking all at once
I have no control or say where it sweeps and upturns me
Look around in the fearsome awe and tell me that man is king
I will always disagree however nature itself doesn't control itself
It creates and destroys like a widowed spider hungry for another kill
The wind screams of a creator one who would never allow his daughter to be swept away
The lines man created snap and wires fly wildly but still firmly I'm planted with the arms of my Savior around me
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Invisible Ink
PoesíaMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
