Storm
A lonely man, an empty street, surrounded by darkness light could not beat. A summer's wind blowing a lonely feather, soon becoming stormy, the man could not make it through this weather. Lightning strikes in lonely goodbyes across the blackened skies, drowning out his innocent eyes. Rain leaks out from an invisible faucet, clouds closing up, nothing around to block it. The man reaches out feeling nothing to help him. His sight now lost, he's alone and completely helpless. He screams out, but not even a whisper was heard. His voice is drowned out by high pitched birds. The man slowly slips away with the winds of the storm, disappearing into a new day but not knowing what he is looking for. SOURCE: ALLPOETRY.COM