It’s suddenly cold and
The rain is spluttering down
The body shakes inside
In spite of warmer clothing.
You read the signs of streets
As the bus passes down
Familiar empty streets
Once you’ve been in
Somebody’s thoughts.
Fears of a storm in the
Coming have scattered
People and their pets
Yet we don’t have
Devastating tornados
You wish to be in
somebody’s prayers.
Time to flee from an
Invasion of people
Interested solely in food
And drink. At golden age
I’ve been in somebody’s
Heart.
The storm you fled from
Is a storm inside you
Just one unjust word
One odd twist of tongues
Will be the cause of flares
That cut you in half.
HALF.FLAH
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.
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