Through the Storm

My poem.

Gasping for breath, fingers clenched tightly. Your heart pulses. You body stiffens. Eyes wide open,

You try to speak but words don't come out, assasperated you try to breath. You sit quitly silently praying, you hear the echo of your heart pulsating, you listen to the roaring clangs of thunder. Trembling with emotion you tightly clasp your duvet.

Darkness falls around you, strobes of light burst through the sky. The rain begins to pour.

Eyes begin to weeken, drifting through the storm.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Simba, thank you for entering my contest! :)
You have a lot of spelling issues here.

[Simone Davis]

So why do you find that’s all you have to say some people are not good at spelling or grammar it’s about the writing I find that your comments are very rude

[mattavelli]

It's not rude, simba. :)
It's my opinion. Take the time to do a good job. Beyond that, my contest is for poetry posted in 2017. This doesn't even qualify.