Predicted Storm Poem by Caroline Guedes

Who would have thought that
the hurricane would come as predicted?
How did I know the events
would accumulate and collide?
Who owns the shoelace that will tie me together again?
The stars are out of place, the planets shifted.
Where is the magic pill to make it all better?
The acid rain is wearing me down inside.

The split ends of the wheel of fortune
is ripping the foundation I laid apart
Where will I go when the wolves are hungry?
Is it too late to try to play my part?
Through this twister of emotions I find
that I can't keep a face be it straight or not
Where is the oracle to predict the end of this madness?
When will I find the solution to my plot?

Behind the shelves where I keep all my memories
is a room filled with weather you have never seen
I am a snow storm, an african heatwave, and a tsunami
My life has become a storm I have forseen
Who knows how many victims I will take?
How many lands will I leave baren in my wake?
I am a tremble of a thousand earthquakes
When the earth opens, I devour all of my mistakes

Deep inside the collective mind is a solitary notion
That we fight the losing battle to end up alone
Do what you will, lay your worst upon me
I will weather the storm to find my way home
I am the predicted storm