Alexander De Meo


Fight The Lightning - Poem by Alexander De Meo

In comes the

Storm surge, the water starts to rise,
followed shortly by the first levy's demise.
The barrier gone, the gulf swallows the land,
If you want to live you'ld better make your stand.
A fork of lightning whips a bleeding night,
clearing the darkness with a blinding flash of light.
A boom of thunder shatters a broken sky,
now it's certain that we're all going to die.
Water pours from a blacked sky,
then it stops as we enter into the eye.
The rain stops, the sky is finally clear,
off in the distance lurks that in which we fear.
A crack of lightning whips through the air,
showing the danger that was always there.
A roll of thunder crashes through the hills,
shaking my spine and giving me the chills.
The rain it stops,
the bodies drop,
as we wait for salvation to arrive.
Too little too late,
we cannot wait,
now we watch as thousands will die.
The age old game,
who takes the blame,
what does it matter the destruction stays the same.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 11, 2008


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