Storm (Washed Away)
Lightning strikes
Faster than I can think.
Thunder roars
So loud I can't hear myself think.
Rain pours down
Washing away all emotion.
Peaceful storm
Quieting the commotion.
The pain became so great one day,
That I decided to lay outside,
Not caring whether I lived or died;
Nothing would change anyway.
Then the rain began to pour,
Lightning struck,
And thunder roared.
Somehow the storm washed it all away
Cleansed, no longer feeling stuck,
Ready to live the rest of the day.
Jarred Shah
8/29/2020
7:53pm
This poem is about:
Me
Our world