Posted in Fear, NaPoWriMo, NightOwl, Pain, Poetry, Writing

Poem: Weather Man

Day 10; Poem 10

Title: Weather Man

He’s so cold.
Thundering on the inside
But desert dry exterior.
Clouds rolling in
Fog, haze, and mist cluttering his mind
But the skies remain bleak.
Lightening threatens to shatter his frozen glare
Electric cracks widening and bouncing from left to right
Rage rumbling behind this peaceful facade.
He complains not about the pain,
Shining bright as the sun.
Hiding gloomy skies within his heart
Fear feeding his pride.
Dark roaring clouds grow larger, heavier,
Blocking the serenity of the moon and stars.
He refuses to let the rain come.


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