Storm

I'm sitting in class when the lightning

flashes. I instantly start counting heads, making
sure all the boys are safe.I don't remember that
they are at home,grown up. All I know is Nathan
and Josh have run ahead and my boots are full of
water.I slog, slog, slog, can't keep up. Nearby tree
cracks in half. Trip over a rock. Where are Nathan
and Josh? Lightning flashes and I duck my head.
My classmates see me and laugh loudly. I tighten
my grip on my pencil, making unwanted lines on
the paper. Lightening flashes. Another chuckle.
A tear on my cheek. Where are Nathan and Josh?

They are all grown up.

Author's Note

Messing around with different styles and trying to adequately describe someone who is triggered by an (almost) every day thing/event.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Very good descriptions, I too could get great images running through my head.
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[andrew mitchell]

your words paint a picture. you are professional !! and creative!! a top read.

[Major P.]

a very interesting piece. The meaning takes a while to figure out. Although figuring out the meaning is the best thing about a piece of literature such as this one. I would be happy to hear more of your poetry.

[I Am Svetlana]

I pictured someone having a raging headache in this piece. Like, when your head starts throbbing is when the lightening would be flashing. I also really like the format/style you put this in, very unique and well done! Who said poetry can't have story lines? Beautifully exicuted.

[Saddam]

Wonderful write dear poet.
I like it .....

I tighten my grip on my pencil,
making unwanted lines on the paper.
Lightening flashes.
Another chuckle.
They are all grown up.