Calm Before The Storm (Perfect Storm, Pt.1) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

There is nothing in life,
Quite like the calm
Before any calamitous occurrence.

That is true seduction.
And, the prettiest kind of ugly.

The way you allow yourself to be seduced?
The firemen, the ambulances, the T.V.s—
They are all warning you!

'Get out of there, take cover, find shelter! '

'You must believe in the storm! The storm is coming—
Stop peering at the sun, so gently nestled in those clouds, ' they tell you.
They warn you, they do.
'Stop believing in the gentle gleam,
A light breeze, the softness of it all, ' they say.

'The T.V. is screaming for you to run!
Take shelter! '

'Don't you hear the city warning bells? '

'Stop believing in the mood, the rhythm.
Think; use your head.
Using logic, one can conquer a storm;
A foolish heart, that weakened,
Useless organ, cannot.' They warn.

'Stop being sentimental, craving sunsets.
Beauty.
Nature,
I.S. a beast! '

…And, maybe I just wanted to believe!
Maybe I did,
Because I am a girl who likes a good story;
a pretty tragedy, a gloomy poem.
And, I am a girl who likes storms.

I needed you,
To tell another lovely litany,
of lies, cries, and beautiful destruction.

Or, maybe I look at you now,
And, I say:
'We may curse the storm!
But we love it! We do!
Weather+ a storm or not,
Is the storm so weak, it acquiesces?
Indeed, no ‘true storm' is so easily tamed? '

And, Maybe that makes me NOT;
A poet, who enjoys sad poems,
Inevitable betrayals and tragic endings,
But instead, the storm itself.

(And, I think;
You were too busy paying mind to these words,
to ever see it coming.

Just like the calm
Before this storm, honey.)


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+Pun intended.