The Storm
I looked up to the sky
sweat drops
heavy breathing am I
heart stops
I can't believe
coming our way
what I see
TROUBLE
RUN
or do we stand
my legs are weak
leash in hand
eyes looking meek
so telling
We knew it was coming
when does it stop?
Do I have the power?
Can we find shelter?
So many questions
No time to answer
RUN
Mind racing
Who can help?
Keep running
It is hard to see the way through the storm when you are running from it. Be strong
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