![]() The StormA Poem by Mary Jo. Clare![]() 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!![]() 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. ClareAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Mary Jo. ClareWashington D.C, DCAboutI 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..Writing
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