The Eye of the Storm

in #poem2 years ago

Questions fall like rain
A thunderstorm with no answers
A hurricane of riddles
and I am unsure when it will subside.

The rivers ran to the brim
with silt and uncertainty.
How long does a flash flood last?

Until every shred is washed away.

I never liked that house, anyway.

I wonder if the wind
has a memory.
It seems I am always caught
in the cross breeze.

I'm sure the lightning is next.
Can you hold this for me?

A little to the left...

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