Storms

Wind

Rain

Thunder

Lighting

 

Violence

It creates

 

'Count seven seconds

It will be okay'

 

Can't seem to get tired

Feels like it won't stop

 

Drops of water

Coming out of the sky

Leaving only light strike the highest ones

 

The world is spinning around

Not waiting for anyone behind

Leaving no time to recover before the next

Hoping to see the stars one day again

This poem is about: 
Me

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