THE STORM

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I hear the thunder once again drawing near..... My mind begins to fill with fear...For I've herd this sound before in the past ......And I know the storm will be approaching fast....The floors and walls begin to shack....I hide and pray for this storm to pass for heaven sake...I close my eyes and plug my ears... And use the bottom of my shirt to wipe my tears..But now there's no place left to hide ....For the storm and I are side by side...As negative energy fills the air.....I hear the screams of someone saying your hurting me.... And another say I don't care..I beg and plea will both of you stop....The voices scream go to your room and shut up..As I stood there I thought to myself....How can people that say their there to love and protect you be so unkind....To burn the scars of  hatred on a young Childs mind.....Why does people who only create storms stay together...Don't they realize the pain that comes with the weather...Or perhaps the only thing they both share... Is neither one of them really care....What ever the case maybe it killed the child inside of me....And every thing in this word I thought was right ......Was destroyed in the storm that night...No more innocents of life remain. ....For that to has been washed away by the rain....Now no more does love seem real....And pain to others is no big deal...Friend and lovers in your life come and go.....When the word trust is so unknown...So remember before you let the storm begin....Insanity is all you let in....

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