The storm

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  • Loss
    • rachstarr
    • Watching Nip/Tuck still tired from yesterday.

    The storm

    The clouds grow thicker
    As the wind dies down
    You can feel the calm before the storm
    The lightening strikes
    And you hear the rumble of thunder
    I stand in the graveyard
    Wearing white, like the angel on your tombstone
    All of a sudden the rain starts
    Soaking through my clothes until I'm naked
    The thin sheet of white on skin is like the memories
    Memories of us, of you, of the good times
    The storm is washing away the pain you left behind
    I cry and scream as I look at the date
    Seeing that you were only eighteen years old
    The pain gets stronger as the wind picks up
    The storm promises brighter days ahead
    Promising the pain will stop, the wounds to heal

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    beautifuldeath commented on The storm

    04-23-2009

    such raw pain painted through exceptional imagery. Well done, although I feel it ended too soon. 10 from me

    Robin commented on The storm

    03-04-2009

    Your words take me to the graveyard and I can feel every emotion that you speak, very good...and again I like this poem...

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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