Thunderstorms

Thunderstorms

A Poem by Shakita Slater

Water emerges into a clear stream down my naked face.
Heavily they come, falling, never ending.
Seeping through my pores, a cleanse I plead for it shall bring.
The minutes go by counting, ticking, taking toll of my pitiful time of sorrow.
As if my calling of pain was to be heard from above,
my ears uncover a patter upon the closed window.
Ah so indeed the world is I, as I am the world I tell.
As I cry, so it cries as well.
Rain rain go away!
Cries from above, forgive my dismay!
I submerge to deep despair.
My angel cries for my wounded spirit, my soul.
The drops begin to falter, silence lingers once more into the horizon.
My universe, my heaven, my heart, here to console.

© 2016 Shakita Slater


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Shakita Slater
Shakita Slater

Arkham Asylum, GA



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