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by Lucy D1am0nd Oct 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
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.
by Tamsin
Awesome poem thanks for sharing 5/5