My feet patter against the wet ground
As I look around,
A stray child I found
And I slip her back in her carriage.
A school field trip class,
And a bride
And groom pass,
Minds void of thoughts of marriage.
The loud wind howls on
And forward,
We all run;
Away from the gray clouds of danger.
Our feet are too slow
And up
We all go-
All I think is the day couldn't be stranger.
The dark clouds close in,
Our screams
Lost in the din
Of the flashing lightning and thunder.
I take one more look around
Below at the
Cold, wet ground
And a plead for God's mercy is the last thing I mutter.
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My Poetry Dump
PoetryThese are basically just poems I've written. I'll continue to post my poems here, just because I'm kind of proud of them and I want them to be out there. Some of them aren't perfect, but oh well. So if you like poems, this is for you. Warning: It ge...
