Abusive Storm Clouds
By: LadyWillow
Dark clouds roll in the sky
A storm moves in.
Your angry words sting down
like lightning.
Your accusations rumble oppressively
like thunder does.
The rain falls with
my tears.
Then the storm slowly subsides
you're sorry.
The bright sun shows again.
But there is still a whisp of
dark cloud in the crystal blue of the never ending sky.
And your words are never really
Gone.
Poem copyrighted to Jessica Knoll, 2002. This poem is actually copyrighted to my name. That means if you steal it you can be fined, and arrested. The jail time for plagerism is quite severe, so please save yourself the embarrassment and write your own poem. Thanks.
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