Art

Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time,

He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,

For a moment it seemed to be okay, the calm before the storm,

I wish I would have listened now, for so many times I had been warned,

At first he was kind, the weather was fair, but then the rain began to fall,

From my eyes the tears poured down, he stood there, a grey cloud, dark and tall,

My world turned black and cold, his every action rattling my body, his lightning continuously striking me,

I wanted blue sky but his powerful winds pushed me down, of this awful thunderstorm I thought I’d never be free,

His words boomed like thunder and struck me in the heart,

One person who can create a constant downpour of negative emotion?

Now that’s some form of twisted art

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741