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

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