Storm

Just a short poem I made up.

I reside in the storm, this storm called earth.

I love the storm because while it hits I run run run and know that I am alive.

The storm chases me chases me chases me far away from here and there, there and here.

It carries me places that I would not, could not dare go on my own.

And when my storm blows over and when this storm is done..........

 

Author's Note

Just some stuff that rolls around in my head. (:

Reviews

[Hatchling]

Nicely written

[Deanna]

Thank you for reading it and commenting. I am so enjoying writing, I had no idea how amazing it is. (:

[Hatchling]

You're welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the indeterminate ending...and where are we after the storm?

safe, displaced, wrecked?

our experiences we face...stand up to...batton down the hatches...and then see where we land after the storm has sucked us up and spit us out.

[Robert James Parfett]

There's certainly a lot going on in there. What happens when the storm is done??