The Storm


I listened to the storm,

The truth was raging.

On came along the little pieces,

You had left behind a trail.

You can’t find your way home,

No one stood their ground.

The trees were uprooted,

The fire was burning, incendiary.

I thanked my stars,

The lightning didn’t strike me.

But when I looked up,

The lightning struck.

And it came back to bite me.

Now you know how the cactus feels,

When he’s stranded on the desert,

With no one but sun for company.

Curse yourself, curse yourself.


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