I feel my feet hit the ground,
with greater force as i pick up speed
running as fast as i can,
the wind blows my bright red hair around me,
like fire being released from within.
The storm building up inside me,
My tears the rain,
My screams, thunder
Confused, i stumble
hitting the ground, I just lay there.
Lightening flashes around me as I stare into the sky.
I go weak
Cold to the touch, stone eyes.
I'm gone
never to be missed,
I'm gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really good.. i love the metaphor of your tears being the rain and your screams are the thunder