The Storm
By: Steven Dean
The petals of a rose
Lie scattered on the ground
Shifting winds carry them away
Pearls fall from heaven
Black clouds disguise
A crimson sun
Branches of light
Descend upon the earth
The rage of God
Echoes through the land
Silence hides
Between the beats
Strands of grass
Whisper a chorus
Rollings hills
Empty of life
A long road
Unused and broken
Trees reach up
Leaves all gone
Raindrops beat
Upon the dirt
A bundled soul,
Observes quietly
Long hair whipped
All around
Lips squeezed
Tightly shut
Face streaked
With dirt and grime
Small streams spill
From unwiped eyes
Undisturbed.
Alone,
In the storm.
About the Creator
Steven Dean
I was born in the Pacific Northwest, but have lived all over the country, mostly in Hawaii. I've been writing stories since 4th grade in Waipahu. Avid reader of horror, science fiction, and fantasy for many years. Life long dreamer...
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