the clouds are coming
the storm is drumming
soon it will be too late
the wind is blowing
with no one knowing
what is to be their fate
the clock is running
no guile or cunning
can stop the final toll
no use for shelter
the waves and welter
will come for every soul
where should one go
when fierce winds blow
to carry us all away
best to be ready
on a path that's steady
and it won't hurt to pray
So you are currently in the middle of a literal storm. Did you write this one today or is this an older one that you chose to post? Just curious. :) I like the flow of the writing and the rhyming. Yes, judgement day is coming for us all...nothing we can do to stop it. Like the storm. Thanks Barry.
I wrote this about a year ago. In Florida there is always a storm in summer. Usually they dont last three days though. Glad you liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tone of the poem is absolutely in tune with the topic. So well depicted. Full of your deep insight and vision.10
Thanks Nosheen. I always appreciate your comments.