The darkness's creepy fog spookily seeps
Into the ominous clouds, freaky horrible winds
Blowing storm clouds in shapes wondrous
And frightening in their horrifying gloomy masses.
Cat, dogs, birds, whales, dinosaurs, lions,
All running after prey or seeking shelters
In the shapes of houses, boats, cabins, trains
Some seeming to sprint away, hiding from apparitions.
Flying through the roiling turmoil, I spy
A light. Bright. Shimmering as I fly by.
I reach out for a touch, burn as I try
To reach into its warmth, that's dry.
Its coruscate luminescence appealingly warm
Wraps around your heart and spreads its charm.
About the Creator
Malak kalmoni Chehab
I'm Canadian writer and poet, who is an introvert. I was raised in 2 war torn countries before moving to Canada as a teen. having witnessed injustice, inequality, prosecution, & racism, I wished to impart my experiences.
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