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{June 19, 2012}   Stormy Night Poem

I wrote this poem the other night when I saw the lightning flashes outside my window and was inspired to pick up a pen. I RARELY write with a pen and paper anymore, usually I will just wait until I am at the computer, but I just felt like it could not wait. Here’s my short poem I wrote the other night with no editing or changes since it was written.

The skies above are black and blue,

The lightning crashes within view,

Rumbles from the Heavens

circumnavigate the air,

Crooked rods and glowing bolts thrown down,

appear angry and full of wrath

Just a window of glass separates me from the storm

The ferocity from out reminds me

of a battle within

The lightning rages on, ever

Closer to the Earth

Searching, ever searching for

What exactly?

Whatever it strikes, it fills with energy

But very rarely can the bearer

survive the power

Mother Nature’s strong hand

delivers quite a wicked gift.

The storm fades away

but its refrain plays on in the distance

Like a neighboring symphony

Of light and sound.

My heart feels the emptiness

as it leaves

along with the relief of safety

But even when the storm

Passes on outside,

The war within

Still rages without end.

Do you see an end in sight?

Or will this be

An endless night?



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