Eye Of The Storm Poem by Steven Calderon
Eye Of The Storm
As a pool of blood
Kicks and strains for breath
I feel nothing...
I bleed with the bird
That the lightning fried
In mid flight
Apocalypse dawns
As an ambulance, drawn
Down Cajon St.
Races the raindrops
And the moments some
Soul has left
Basking in the
Warming light while
Others writhe and
Scream in pain
Could this be
The end of time?
Surely it's just
Acid Rain
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