Black leaking out of the pen Elegant lines of different shapes Ink soaking into the paper Black slowly consuming the page You have forgotten the world Silence creeping up The leftovers from a storm dripping on your windowsill Lights flickering Tick tock from the grandfather clock Look up.
September/October 2024
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Acrylic and pastel
Thunderstorm
Standing in the pouring Cold rain BANG BANG, The clouds let their fury out on me Will it ever end My breath turned into a cloud of whiteness My nose stinging with every wave of lightning A thunderstorm is anger, sadness, and a chilling breeze Will it ever end All the animals are safe in their homes But I am here Lights flashing Voices echoing in my head Whistles all around have I gone mad Will it ever end BANG BANG Then silence like I have never heard before The voices have ended The whistles have stopped But still will it ever end
