Storms
Clear blue skies turn to dark storm clouds.
Fire burns, thunder rumbles.
Her mind full of cruel mumbles. She cries,
but her eyes remain dry.
Fire, thunder, death, and blood. She wants to so bad,
but something holds her back.
She grows weaker.
Death's strong grip graps hold tighter.
Copyright © Amanda Gaber | Year Posted 2011
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