A weird poem about a storm that comes before someone close to me dies. |
-Thinning My World- by Keaton Foster Black skies Lightning shines Thunder unwinds Shattering the calm Unnerving the mind I can only ponder Mysterious wonders I can only grip The promise of death Not mine but another’s I know it’s coming Thinning my world It always does First there is the storm Then there is the end On this terrible night One will never again See a day’s new dawn It will be someone I love Someone that I deeply need A person irreplaceable to me There are so few left So few to meant to die The storm is getting closer Falling further down Blanketing the ground Suffocating those abound As it searches for the one Meant to no longer belong It won’t overlook them There will be no escape The lightning crashes a tree The wind picks up three All of them Ripped from the ground All of them Thrown far across the known Bolts of death burn Much of what’s left Thunder cracks the mind Splits the heads of those Caught in plain sight Mini vortexes of wind Spiral at my feet Swirl across my skin Time freezes for a second That last for an eternity Then a well-orchestrated climax Splits the heavens up high And shatters the ground down wide The person meant to die The person irreplaceable to me Is wiped clean Removed from this earth Ripped from my life Instant obliteration There is nothing left Nothing missed Then just as it has before And I’m sure a few more The storm of the end Clears from my turbulent sky Again the sun comes clear Again an ever-widening blue Bleeds into view Nature whispers out loud I’m coming back into the fold The world once again Is a beautiful place Just a slight bit different Because the one I loved The one that I needed The one irreplaceable to me Is no longer living within This certain madness That I continually scheme I am not yet completely alone But I am sure That I am getting closer All the time… Thinning My World Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |