Thunderstorm

It is raining

The lightning lashes

The thunder roars

I am running towards a lone figure

collapsed upon the ground

It is raining

The lightning drives a point into the ground in front of me

The thunder roars

I am knocked back

The figure was struck

He no longer breathes

He looks me in the eye and whispers

“Why?”

It is raining

The lightning strikes me

The thunder roars

And I whisper

“Why?”

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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