Storm

Storm
Clouds roll over, obliterate reality
She doesn’t know us,
Trapped in a demon dimension.
He’s hanging on a cross.
EMTs are creatures to fight.
Hulking out,
Using inhuman amounts of strength
Fighting everything that’s good for her.

That storm is long passed
It rolled in time and again
But now it’s gone.
We live knowing it will come back.

Now we look at clouds outside our windows,

Untouched by them.
“No sunshine?”  She asks.
No, it’s all in here.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. i loved this poem! very moving! Godspeed!

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