The sight of lightning is
Like hungry stomachs
Yurning to feast.
Winds blow rapidly
Whiplashing the skins
Running frantickly to their
The storm has began.
Silver flames range changing from
light to dark like a gradient spectrums.
Trees bleed green liquid raindrops .
hail showers touches the cabin's
hard like titanium
long lasting like lithium batteries.
But what is an electronic without springs?
Can it stay in place and
do what it takes to operate properly?
Who are you when it storms?
Do you follow the norms?
Are you Impotent or omnipotent?
Or are you a doormat?
Walked all over, stained
And often used.
Confused with frustration.
Resulting in desparation for savior.
Surrounding irritations leads to agitation.
When that silver flame Ignites Inside you.
Do you have the tools to remove
or reduce the chances of losing your screws?
The storm is coming closer.
Will you make it through?
Or will you be taken over?