Umbrella

A "poem" about death, and its relation to nature.

Death is like lightning, you never know when it will strike.

 

Sometimes it hits so close you can feel it crackle over your skin.

 

Other times, it charges through every atom in your body after it hits you, and you find after the pain you're still alive.

 

It shoots across the sky, laughing at you, while all you can do is cower under your tiny umbrella and peer up at the darkening sky, wondering if you'll be ready when it strikes.

Reviews

[Emily Elizabeth]

Wow, you've wrapped the two themes up beautifully here, the imagery and the metaphors are stunning!
This is a very memorable piece, it sticks in your mind, and rings with truth like a bell echoing off china. What a beautiful, subduing poem this is.
Short, yet simple it isn't. It's very deep and complex, as well as poignant.
I guess if death is like lightning, there is always a constant overhead storm.