That dark grey cloud swirls in the horizon
It twists and moves of its own accord
A flash of light stares down
while the large "boom!!" mocks
Seek shelter to find there is none
Batter between the walls of glass
as the clouds unfold around
The "booms!!" turn into voices
The voices drive the storm
Growing smaller by the minute
Futile attempts to block out the sounds
The voices grow louder and
imprint their bruises onto the soul
Protective layer of skiin is washed away
The dold rattles the bones
Screaming a plea for respite
No one can stop the descent into madness
Anything left now is deteriorated into ash
The lone remaining voice
blows what's left away
Published by Wingless Dreamer in Heartfelt Poetry Collection; Edited by Ruchi Acharya
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