Thundering Heard
I feel fairly lucky,
for where I am.
even yell out my name loudly,
for who I am.
so what! if I crave,
for a little attention.
I won't stop to rave,
though I won't have your affection.
not content at being the lightening,
and fade into the darkness later.
I want to be thundering,
heard after (I am gone).
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