Thunderstorm
It is raining
The lightning lashes
The thunder roars
I am running towards a lone figure
collapsed upon the ground
It is raining
The lightning drives a point into the ground in front of me
The thunder roars
I am knocked back
The figure was struck
He no longer breathes
He looks me in the eye and whispers
“Why?”
It is raining
The lightning strikes me
The thunder roars
And I whisper
“Why?”
This poem is about:
Me