the Storm

Rain drops patter on my window
Drip
Drop
Looking into the distance
Everything is still
Pitter
Patter
Thunder strikes, lightning bolts
I jump out of my skin
Feeling alone feeling scared
A single black bird fly's by
Caught in the storm
It cannot hide
It cannot get away
I feel a connection with this bird
So free to fly to where ever it wants
But trapped by the Grey cloud that looms above it
Trapped by what we call is life



Poetry by danielle289
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Written on 2009-06-15 at 15:42

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normalil
The song of the blackbird is one of the most beautiful of the bird world. Why does he pour out those golden notes of joy? He's making the best of it i suppose...I liked your poem.
2009-06-16