Photo by Nareeta Martin on Unsplash
Water rushing to
meet the town's edge--consumed
all things forgotten
Feet pounding on earth--
crowded dirty town sidewalks
the only escape
Wind surges forward
pushing those ahead--falling
to their battered knees
Fire burning bright
signalling the escape--hope
for those who make it
About the Creator
Jolene Poulin
I'm an amateur writer with an interest in fiction and general story telling.
Keep reading
More stories from Jolene Poulin and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.