storm raging
crashing thunder upon sheltered walls
dropping all else weathering the beating upon the surface
filling the porous
flooding the parched
the fright of the crash and the blindness
the quiet
the colossal
the lightning of the night
stark-standing.. stifled
the spectator soaked
understanding.. weathered away..
eroded in the deluge
drowning in the sight
of the occuring


1 Comments:
Burke, I love your poems, write more!! You're so very profound, I love that about you. xo Donna
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