The Storm

The storm is coming,

feel the atmosphere changing,

hear its low, preceding rumblings,

the darkness in the sky, still, is ever growing

the storm is coming.

The storm is here,

the calm before, brief and quick, disappeared,

the winds, become howling

the thunder growling

the walls now shaking

our minds are breaking

flash,

her strike brings me back, to our broken reality

the only storm, between her and me

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Omar Fendri]

yeah, that' true... The reality can turn to a savage furious storm that blows on our lives and throws all the pages of destiny head over heels.
I like how you, gradually, gave an image about the storm, as a natural disastrous storm and then came up with the actual idea which you were trying to illustrate, that this storm was the storm of reality. Well-written. I love it.

[Daydreamer54]

aI like the symbolism and this has great imagery! Great write! ^^

[kdpgrahi]

We are always struggling to weather the storms we face constantly in our lives, what is depicted strikingly in last two lines. Storms every where, it is up to you whether to hide from it or face it head on. I do not agree with the conception of reality to be ever broken. Reality can never be broken, instead our hopes, expectations turns broken.

A good piece of poetry. Well done.

[Helpless]

very creative! i like it!