Lightning Poem by Andrus Cassian

It seems my heartbeat is still shuddering
my skin is still muttering little flickers of breathing
here, sit down, try to relax
hold a second in hand and let the time tick by
though time exists not and it's the anxiety filling up the air
grabbing me by the collar and whispering every single threat
it can muster at me
What did I do so wrong
Mothra, why did the villains at war decide to clip your wings
and leave me in this fright of a fight for my life on my own
How did this come about
a question to hang, suspended in the pouring rain
as I look up to the sky, my face turned upward in a flash of pain
as the horrid beauty tore through the clouds before my eyes
so I took to the pavement, a gallant steed to get to the nearest place of safety
If only I weren't so afraid of things bigger than me
if only I weren't so timid to tame these metal beasts immune to me
I wouldn't be in this mess
I wouldn't be so afraid I'd lose my head resting upon my neck
but I'm so terrified
It looks like the heavens and angels are locked in a fire fight
as cracks the clouds resemble firecracker fissures upon the ground
though they make little sound
all the more haunting, all the more frightening
It takes all I am not to cower in a room and wait for one more hour to pass before I make my move
Until I deem it safe for me to reside, to keep walking in stride to my destination so I can abide by my rules and perform my duties
I feel so childish
The people around me are all calm
the people around me carry on as usual
the people around me act as nothing is going on like this is normal
No, rain is the normal occupant in this region
no, rain and wind are natural, no sign of disaster
no, rain, wind, these gray clouds are easy to bear
but how can you sit still, relax and sip your coffee
while above you, the clashing of swords in this heavenly war threatens to tear our atmosphere
is what I would say if I wasn't trying to plot and plan my escape
counting seconds before flashes, all in three's is when the clashes begin
I try to unravel my fist full of promises, hoping so heavily to not be wrapped up in bandages from burns from a bolt
Zeus was hurling across the sky
I
Am
Terrified