Published January 17, 2008
It’s a mess out there
It comes from all directions
It’s almost horror
The sky starts to cry
My clothes are instantly soaked
Massive buckets pour
The lights flash with rage
The cracks of sound echo on
It makes babies cry
It scars my ear drums
It sends shivers up my spine
All the lights go out
It’s all over now
The sun is shining again
The terror is gone
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Really pretty. I'm not a poetry critic, so I can't help you in that way, but I can say that I liked this.
That is my absolute favorite line. It is such a great image. Awesome job.
*applause*
~GryphonFledgling
I liked it. It was good that you left the "it" open enough to symbolize what ever the readeer wanted "it" to be. I'm not sure if you meant the storm to be a metaphor or not, but that is how i took it.
I liked it!
Nice, simple, and easy to follow. Well done!