I notice the storm heading our way
The dark gray clouds overlapping
Seems like its taking days
The lightning raises the hairs on my legs
I can’t help but wonder
When it will all end?
The thunder sounds like cries of pain
The water pours down as tears
I can see the sadness, it’s insane
It begins to clear
As I begin to fear
And I question
When will it all end?
The sudden wind begins to blow
The golden yellow rushes over
Feeling painful stings
From each tiny speck of sand
It plasters the windows
Making its way as force in hand
I stand like a statue hoping not to feel the thorns
The temperature drops
Icicles begin to form
I take a deep breath
And cry out loud, I want this no more!
The wind slowly dies
Everything becomes silent
The cries fade
Turning as a tyrant
When will it all go away?
Morally challenging train of thoughts, well articulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction. The use of appropriate similes to drive home your conviction is poetically remarkable. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕10
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Seems like its taking days; but, one day it will end. Yes, with the muse of hope. Nice work.