The Storm Inside

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The Storm Inside
You hear the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops,
and it's all that you know.
Just like tears that never come,
and tears that always flow.
You see the lightning striking down,
glowing flashes of light.
Just like flashes in your mind,
memories that can't be right.
You feel the thunder shake your soul,
harsh, loud, hard and fast.
Just like memories of old,
buried deep within your past.
You smell the woody scent of smoke,
a fire in the park.
Just like fires back then you'd choke,
when he'd light up in the dark.
You taste the burning o-zone,
as the tempest reachs it's peak.
Just like the tang of fear,
when you 'played' hide and seek.
You sense the calm as it comes in,
and now the storm is done.
Just like a memory of sin,
of when you held the smoking gun.

Reviews

[Lucy Kennedy]

This was really beautiful. I loved how you compared different aspects of storms, to the human body and/or mind.

I only found one typo:

You taste the burning o-zone,
as the tempest reachs it's peak.

I think you meant reaches.


Just like a memory of sin,
of when you held the smoking gun.

I LOVED that last stanza, such verry very good comparison used in this piece.

Good Job.