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The clouds grow black, sky grows dark Heavy rains fall Underneath the blackened sky Night seems to take over Day is hidden in the darkness Every child seeks to hide Running from the dreary sight All the wind is singing now Night has come Day is gone Lights flash before the ringing boom I tremble with anticipation God-like voices fill the skies Heavy, dark, loud and booming Transcending my very being Night's storm takes over In this tumultuous state Now is where peace transcends Giving thought to blessed memory |
A bit too descriptive in the beginning. I think you could have accomplished the same thing using fewer lines. The second part of the poem is better. By expressing your feelings you manage to explain the atmosphere much better. Keep writing, it's a dying art!| Posted on 2017-04-10 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ] | Ah lightning bow's hat pick, straight up forever ontology on high. We all rise to the occasion and vent into the atmosphere and peace transcends. | Bruce | Posted on 2017-03-28 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |