Thunder
As houses shake people think of red, when comes thunder.
Safely in our rooms, on our warm beds, then comes thunder.
Will you sacrifice yourself for those that you love like
In those romantic stories you've read, when comes thunder?
Even the most sturdy of men will feel like brittle
Glass and sense vast approaching dread, when comes thunder.
Women will lite slender candles to illuminate
Their tattered bibles, their daily bread, when comes thunder.
As I write this I hear something familiar yet strange,
"You are not alone, Timothy" said the loud thunder.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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