Placed Eighth in Screwed XXI Poetry Contest of Rob Cormack
That`s not Safe I dared to battle with the wild thunder Where flashes of lightning could blind the eyes, Where I escaped being torn asunder And darkish clouds veiled the crest of the sky; In this inner tempest that wrecked my heart Every burst of wild wind echoed deep pains Tearing the strata of my heart apart While I struggled with stinging stress and strains. If woeful storms turn the days into night, Will summer sweet sunshine be far away To spread its glow on earth and shed its light, To guide man along the virtuous way. Battling with thunder, I learnt that`s not safe With due lessons learnt, this can be vouchsafed.
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