The Storm

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



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.





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