Poem: Lightening Strike to the Soul

When I grasp for something that isn’t there, 
And my hand lands only on air, 
the world spins a little less quickly, 
“Breathe,” she mumbles, 
As the thunder rumbles
From storm clouds that don’t yet exist 
But for in our minds. 

When life becomes but a sinking boat, 
And the smiles no longer keep
One afloat on a raft of falsities, 
And unsure lies, 
“Breathe”, she pleads, 
As she tries 
To hold back the thunder that rumbles, 
From storm clouds that don’t exist
But for in her  mind

When the world becomes without meaning, 
And the wall against which she was leaning
Disappears, and she tumbles to the ground, 
“Breathe”, she begs, 
As she fails to hold back the thunder that rumbles, 
The menacing clouds 
That erase her mind with one
Lightening strike to the soul. 

 

 

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