Storm
A storms coming,
I can feel the tension in my throat.
Hustling, bustling people,
Scurrying all about.
A storms coming,
I can feel my lungs struggling for a breath.
Kindness left one day,
It was always supposed to stay.
A storms coming,
I can feel my heart racing.
People taking, killing, very unforgiving.
Searching for a way out.
A storms coming,
I can feel my stomach growl in anticipation.
Those who can,
Buy what they must!
A storms coming,
I can feel the trembling in my legs.
The climate burns, broils, and roils,
No water, no food, no shelter anywhere!
A storms coming,
I can feel my feet try to retreat.
We have breached the gap,
No more people will be coming back!
A storm is coming,
It's not going away.
I feel the fear,
Even before it gets here!
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Kim Stone
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