The Storm

The Storm

A Poem by Mary Jo. Clare
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This poem is about a storm that destroys everything in this person's life. Please allow yourself to compare the storm to anything toxic and dangerous that's in your life. Enjoy!

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Dust filling my eyes, preventing me from seeing clearly

Struck down by the power of the whirlwind, I stand crookedly

The commotion, the chaos of the storm,

pours down on an already down-trotted soul

The rain washes 

the bruises across my legs,

the visible cuts on my callus-ridden hands,

and the painful, bursting blisters on my aching feet

The storm grows nearer

demolishing anything tangible

destroying any beauty in sight

everything that once breathed

Would I be saved?

Trees ripped from their roots

Petals torn from their blooming buds

Swirled from the ground, dirt contaminates the once pure air

My inability to resist the storm, feeds its power
A catastrophe before my eyes

Smiling at my languor,

It draws me into its spinning evil

I beg as I grow weaker,

Pleading incessantly 

But it snatches my last hopes,

And forces me to give in

© 2018 Mary Jo. Clare


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Added on October 13, 2018
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Tags: storm, chaos, commotion, rain, destruction, demolition, languor, pain, poem, poetry, evil, spinning

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Mary Jo. Clare
Mary Jo. Clare

Washington D.C, DC



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I am someone who has turned to writing in the past years in order to express my real-life experiences and feelings. Please allow yourself to relate to my works! Leave comments, suggestions and .. more..

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