The Storm [alone]

The dark storm clouds allude me

they come closer to reek there revenge on those whom challenge him

With loneliness on his back readying its jump to us.

The violets and roses die as the storm approaches.

Could I have alluded this if I wasn't in my daze by my little flower.



Life around is ending as if it never happened

the thunder starts and panics as I do not hide but walk closer

I envy the living as I do this paper



I am alone as I fall to my knees

I plead to the storm to give back my Rosie Flower.

The stormed laughed and lied

he always lies, big and bad as it is

leaving because he did his task taking everyone

everyone I love, but me, as I will not fall to blindness.