Stormbound
High cloudy gloomy
Head; unseen; in wispy bars
Of skies; shaking rails
With closed-in thunder—
For miles. Lightning's bare fingers
Fall limp after so
Many strikes. Peak of
Sun— blue; cataract rims stung;
The rain sliding down
This dam in my soul;
It slams like me, my pain's pound—
Where I'm now stormbound.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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