Free Form Writing - A Poem: THE STORM (July 20, 2017)
THE STORM By Autumn Boyet Stinton – July 20, 2017 The storm clouds outside reflect the storm brewing in my soul. My steely cold frustration with narcissistic turbulence collides with the heat of anger and produces a head of thunder, lightning and rage that will not be contained. Negative energy feeds upon itself growing to critical mass, destined to explode and rain down agony upon me and all around me. Emotions swirl and the outflow of grit and dirt blast away protection leaving each nerve exposed and feeling raw. My stomach pitches as the thunder begins to rumble and roll, unleashing a warning chorus of impending danger. “Run away,” it admonishes. “Take cover,” it warns. The air is electrified with sizzling energy that seeks to lash out and plunge its wrath into whatever may quench its thirst. As if to give credence to the warning rumble of the thunder built from angst, the full intensity of the storm bursts forth as lightning flashes and echoes t
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