A Thunderstorm Without a Sound
(Contest poem)
My mind is corrupted like a Thunderstorm without a sound.
From dealing with freaks that have no sense of mind.
My anger is uprising like the angry God's and Goddess.
Ready to create earth quakes, and hurricanes and hopefully
A volcano eruption Which I might pray.
They haven't Learned they lessons from all the trouble they already has caused and want to pissed off another.
Mother nature be my guide for my mind is corrupted like a Thunderstorm without a sound.
Copyright © Nagella Jean-Baptiste | Year Posted 2018
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