The Storm

by Lucy D1am0nd   Oct 19, 2006


The storm is coming,
In fear, run and hide.
So loud now, it must be close,
Bellowing, sounds like thunder.

Crashing, smashing, screaming,
Like a harsh wind bashing,
Bashing on my door.

To scared to open and see,
Louder now, more than ever.
I press myself against the door.

The storm is no longer coming,
The storm is here.
Crying at the thought,
It's been a long night.

The door swings open with force and fury,
Like a hurricane in my room.
Here to thrash me around,
Like leaves in the brutal wind.

He's home again,
And he's drunk again,
And I'm scared again,
Like a storm.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tamsin

    Awesome poem
    thanks for sharing
    5/5