Storms - Poem by Cabaline xxx
The sky grows dark, the heavens tear,
and down plummet raindrops, which,
are caught and thrown by the rough wind.
The sea shouts as waves crash over,
eachother and the grey, hard sand.
Islands and hills are sucked from sight
as they are consumed by a dour mist.
Washing lines turn to whips as they snap,
and coil themselves around their poles.
A bang and a thunk signals the fall,
of wheelie bins outside. Their rubbish
spills forth and is strews across gardens.
Plants are dragged ruthlessly from their soil,
they lay on their side, simply dying.
A tragic breath and everything goes dark,
the power is out, transforming places,
into still, quiet ghost towns. Until,
people stir and light candles, in an attempt,
to banish away to darkness.
Pick up the phone to hear no dial tone,
just a blank, senseless, response of nothing.
No communication with any soul,
outside of your own doorstep.
What started as such a pleasant day,
has turned into a seemingly living hell.
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