Wednesday, 11 April 2018

The storm

This poem was inspired by the enormous storm that hit Auckland.
The Storm
I see destroyed houses with lightning hovering above each one
I hear glass shattering with wild roars
I smell the burning smoke crawling through my body 
I taste cold dry wind blowing me away
I touch the broken cars stinging my fingers 
It makes me feel miserable and dark.

No comments:

Post a Comment