TornadoA Poem by MelodyFresh write. Please read.I thought I'd be up forever, but only stuck in the calm before the storm, the violent winds of this tornado speeding like Romeo and Juliet's short four day hastened love story. Then just like the rich heirs of Capulet and Montague, unforeseen tragedy struck, and freedom was forbid. Being buried in debris, two feet under not six. Trapped under beams and torn carpet, things too heavy for my weak muscles to lift;things I cannot see slowly crushing the air from my lungs, any blood still circulating coming from the cavities of my newly bruised and broken face. A child crying, a puppy whimpering, an elderly praying, and sirens fading; I hear them, I feel them, I can't see them. Life is escaping, and my heart is dying, and my brain is accepting the end. I've been lost in the tornado, in time the dirt will have piled on top of my body and I will not be found, like a soldier gone missing in action. And like a head-shot soldier...Pow, I'm dead. The gates that forbid freedom, now open, I take small steps in and weep in joy as gentle white wings unfurl from my back, lifting me up and flying me through Verona's happy town. Just for me to hear, I say "I am free". © 2013 MelodyAuthor's Note
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Added on June 10, 2013Last Updated on June 11, 2013 AuthorMelodyTXAboutMy name is Melanie. Not the best name. Not the worst. I am a person. Not the best. Not the worst. I am Melanie. more..Writing
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