When the Storm Arrives

It's time to turn, to cover up.
The wind has cut, as have
The words. The swirling
Clouds deliver hail, and what's
Beneath has been destroyed.
The coming night seems
Welcoming, as all within
The light is dire. That
Which seemed worth holding's
Proven not so lethal when
Let go, and, anyway, my
Hands must not be grasping
After anything, if I'm to turn
And try to cover up.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-26 at 01:31

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