Storms - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

no storm has a strong wind
that takes the roof
of your house
that levels coconut
trees to kiss the
ground like some
lizards kissing
the floors
on late afternoons

no storm is harsher
than those that
erases a neighborhood
waters rising
people perishing
cattle and cars
stolen from you
on the wink
of an eye

no storm is greater
than this

this storm inside
us that nobody sees
and feels
except the heart
to a time ticking
and soon
will burst and
kill and erase
the whole world
right at the
very cold stare
of your eyes

the tempest within
and you shall be lost forever

only if you do not
hold on to life
you must beg

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2008

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