Friday, April 13, 2018

Thunderstorm 

There was an undeniable motion
And I felt it in my gut
A thunderstorm
Explosion
Oh god, it’s just to much

And I tried to keep it in
I tried to tell the lie,
But as the words spilled out my mouth
You could still see it in my eyes

The firing of lightning
The bomb dust
Settled soft as sand
My face is like a battle field
I can’t hide in who I am

But, I looked to you for comfort
Relied on you for help
And instead you turn so coldly
And placed me on a shelf

Where broken things are buried
Broken things are lost
Broken things are left to settle
Under the clouds of dust

Oh god, it’s just too much


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