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Typhoon
G or T Personification Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May Written: August 22, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Deep in the typhoon of my maelstrom of anger. I swirl in vile lunacy with a loud, sonorous clangor. A reckless and unbridled pandemonium dance. With wrath that growls such a hurricane's trance. I recognize my sin and am beyond redemption. Crawling over the foam, we still spurn the elation. I am shameless—in uprooting majestic trees. Crying with laughter as they fall to their knees. My rage is unrestrained—my yell is obnoxious. My unfurling may be spiteful to lead you nauseous. I exact my vengeance on the meek and the humble. Their dwellings cower—as I endeavor to crumble. Shrapnel from broken glass flies everywhere. Bringing delight to the masses with despair Who dares to probe—my most shielded core? They are doomed, in my eyes, to eternal sore. I'm Typhoon—my heart's dark gulf is inert—a storm. I don't care sense or pain—I wreck—I'm void of form. While I'm unwinding—I won't bother with your fears. My cyclonic anger leaves chaos, rampage, and tears.
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