Ill Wind BlowingA Poem by Michael StevensDire forecast![]() It
rustles though the trees, scattering fallen leaves. It's quite calm now, but it's a picture to deceive.
There's a storm on the horizon, seek shelter from the storm. If you were told it would be sunny, you were badly misinformed.
There's an ill and dangerous wind that will soon be blowing, forget what you believed, forget what you always thought you were knowing,
it's a storm that stretches across the entire shattered world, pushing hate and distrust before it, no one saw it, and chaos will occur.
Came out of nowhere, and demanded our attention and radar screens. So far right, I hope I'm wrong, but I think I know what it means.
It means world wide turbulence, and global disarray. I see what's coming, but there's nothing I can do or say.
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Added on January 2, 2017 Last Updated on January 3, 2017 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |


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