Lost

Poem about a storm and death

Thunder crashes in the air

and lightning streaks the sky.

I watch as the rain pours down,

and all I can do is cry.

Black smoke chokes the air

as people scream and shout.

The sound of sirens everywhere

as the fire starts to go out.

Some yells to stand back!

as the building starts to groan.

It sways and falls to the ground 

and someone screams in a deafening tone.

People rush to the debris and ashes

and they run all about.

They try to find the missing body

but the air is filled with doubt.

They shake their heads and look away

as tears fall all around.

I scream at them"I'm here! I'm here!"

but they don't hear a sound.

They pack up and start to leave

as the storm continues on.

Lightning flashes again and again

and everyone is gone.

I'm the only one left now,

and I just sit on the ground.

I went to bed that night lost,

and I was never found.

Author's Note

I find this poem to be one of my personal best. I wrote this while I was at a camp for the summer for fun and it had started storming that night. I'm usually quite terrified of storms but for some reason this one peaked my interest and inspired me to write this poem. I happened to have been feeling lost that night and like no one cared in the world.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

A fantastic poem that tells a story! I think i've met that storm on some of my travels! lol
You have captured scene in ink that brings with it the power of mother natures, as well as the esoteric view of a spirit that was lost. I like how in the end you allude that you're a ghost and everyone has left. That's a unique way of bringing the feelings of loss and loneliness.

Great Ink! Well Done!
Wolfie