The Storm Is Coming

The Storm is Coming


The clouds are gathering and the rain is falling
Merciless storm leaves no place for hiding
I embrace the eve for the fear night brings
Yet the darkness returns as the tornado is nearing

I heard it in the distance-the sound of roars
Thunder and lightening, hastily approaches my door
With no place to run and no place to hide
Fear quickly consumes me as I'm torn up inside



Hands tied by bandages of nothing but fear
Eyes taped wide open as the storm appears
Paralyzed legs are cemented to the floor
Mind of lost sanity of what's in store

The mouth of the storm spitting nothing but fire
Angrily tossing me while ripping my attire
Winds of rage hits me like bricks
I lay there enduring every lick by lick



Trampling everything in its way, was its intent
Lead feet constantly putting me to the pavement
Waiting for the storm to move further south
I steadily endure because I was born with no mouth

I spent my whole life walking on flaming coals
While daggers of yearnings pierce my soul
The rain steadily falls with no care at all
While I lay there in the midst of my own waterfall

By Nujilia
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