THE STORM

A voice cracks 

like that from the 

sound of broken glass.

An erie aura is felt 

amongst the class.

Fear remains seen 

on each and every face.

Unsure of what comes next 

into this crowded hot place.

Put here not by choice but 

by mother nature on her own.

Each face tells a story 

they want to hold onto dearly 

and not have to disown.

That voice that crackles of 

broken glass tries to remain calm.

Clearly evident inside however 

her fight is about to be gone.

She tries to hold on but 

breaks weak as the 

wind passes through.

Screams can be heard 

as mother nature holds true.

A path of destruction 

now leads the way.

The woman whose voice 

cracked like broken glass

has since long blown away.

The lives of so many now 

connected  from the storm that past.

So many things to be 

thankful for that each one 

can now agree at last.

What is left behind is 

many battered souls.

Those souls are now 

slowly healing from the 

storms vicious hold."

The Storm

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