THE STORM

As I walked throughthe streets, my anger was like thunder and lightning,
and as I began to run, rain had started pouring.

I slowed down and sat on a bench in this strange place,
and brushed away the rain that came from my eyes on my face.

I was happy with the things I thought of during the day,
but I could no longer see them, for I was full of dismay.

It wasn't sadness I was really a burning flame,
I set myself on fire, so I was the blame.

I looked up to the sky and to the spirits I plead:
"where are you in my time of need!"

So I sat in the darkness and there's no one around,
no people nor animal, only some slight sounds.

There I sat in the beautiful weather that was mild,
and yet through all this, I began to feel like a child.

From hand to hand, like a doll I was tossed,
from my mom to my friends, everyone was my boss.

I felt dark and empty on the streets of the night,
I was lost and helpless with no direction in my life.

I sat waiting for an answr, not knowing what to do,
so dissapointed I was, i got nothing out of this, so I felt like a fool.

Foolishly ashamed I felt, so I walked again at last,
in a slow paced, head to the ground, and watched the shadow I cast.

I came across my favorite block with the trees hovering over the streets,
I appreciated on how nature's mystery was so unique.

No people, no animals, just small sounds on this road of silence,
mamzed on how calm I was, this week could have drove me to violence.

As I came back to the house, thinking of the turmoil and frustration,
my friend came out of the house, lecturing and worrying in aggravation.

So I cried as we comforted eachother through this plunder,
for the moments before, I was like lightning and thunder.