Storm
As the storm brews in the tenacious sky
One can only dream
When will the sun arrive?
Handicapped from planned pursuits
The chain from the shadows lurks
Wrapping around your being, all actions made mute
Sun, Savior, Liberator
When will you finally release these cuffs of confinement?
*I decided to write this one due to how Central Florida was stricken with a tornado warning yesterday. Sometimes, boredom is a good thing!:)
-M&M
Copyright © Michael Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
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