Storm

The cave that protected me from the outside storm seems to be falling apart from withinLarge stones drop from the roof and the crash bounces off the wallsThe whistling and ringing in my ear are deafening The collapse forces me out And the storm consumes meSweeping my body off the ground lifeless  

This poem is about: 
Me

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