Storm
The cerulean sky was not at her
best
Clouded face darkened by the
hardest fist
Color of bruise tainted over her
angelic face
Frown she wore, beneath her
brooding crest
The Herculean wind, confused
where to go
Like unbridled horses, running
ready to blow
Howling groans alarming the
darkest night
Slamming the door , even if it's
bolted tight
Awake, sleep never came
through
Muted with scare, words dared
not flew
All ears to catch the pouring
noises outside
The tear, the break of the
roaring sea tide
Before our eyes , we saw
nothing
Houses and trees from here
seemed never existed
Gone and broken, the storm
had seized
In our hearts, we said
Worldly possessions, we owned
Not a thing
Oh! God, look down
Your utterly pitiable creatures
Shaken by fears, and soon
doomed to graves
Prayers we held, all yours to
save
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