Death of the Unseen

The storm was brewing out beyond the gates

Boiling and billowing, full of nasty fates.

The wind screamed

The rain fell like knives

No one seemed to notice...to busy with their lives.

I watched from the front door

As the storm howled through the land

I was about to go back in..

When a tendril of wind grabbed my hand.

It yanked

It pulled

It dragged me from the house

So strong was this giant storm

To it, I was but a mouse.

Out across the yard

To a tree that was wide and tall

There the wind tore at my clothes

I tried to scream and call.

No one seemed to hear as I was bound to a tree

Guess they were all to busy with their lives to see one like me.

I shivered and I shook

As rain covered my skin

Every cranny

and ever nook.

Then the water froze..

Unable to speak

Unable to move an inch

That storm took care of little me

For it, killing was a cinch.

In a bright flash and thunderous boom

And a whirl of blinding pain.

A lightning bolt went through me...

In an instant I was slain.

When the storm was done and gone

And morning began to yawn

No one noticed the burnt remains..

Guess everyone was to busy with whatever was on their brains.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This could be thought of in some many different ways.. For me, it was about how we go through life hoping someone, anyone will notice the storm with in and out.. Maybe a hand is what we dream of and yet the piercing of the bolt ..the negative life force that lives around us consumes us and ends the days and still in rot and decay next to the tree life goes on.. People lift their feet up and walk over.. that's my depressed take lol..

[~LadyWolf~]

Love it ~ It is a shame that some people just don't care for others!

[Alex Crow]

Good imagery and voice, very dark but truthful. People are too busy with their own lives to notice others. Good write.

[Ezekiel Silver]

This is definantly a great poem! It's so vivid and detailed! Nice work!!!

[Shy Girl]

This mirrors something in our lives that we all come across. The fear of being invisible to all. The storm, to me, represented inner fear taking ahold of the tiny hand leading one away from their safe and secure life. The clothes stripped away, being all the many faces one wears to hide that scared doubtful core that peeks out once in awhile. Insecurity being the tree, in a way, is an extension of the fear that is rooted within and took hold. Not allowing this person to move. The lightning bolt is the crushing blow as we notice that nobody cares if we are here or not...the thunder being the cackle of all the laughing taunts we've heard to drown out our cry for help that is always unheard.
That's what I see...what could have been was plundered and stolen...without a soul to notice her... :)

[Renée]

Heck of a storm ! Makes one think.. deeply about all those eyes we meet and pass by in our daily affairs and how we affect each other ..
Very.. Very.. thought provoking ( :