Saturday, May 18, 2019





Written in 2015 by little old me

Storm


He hears,
Raging,
Howling,
Thunderous bellowing.

He feels,
Slamming,
Wet,
Splashing,
On eyes and face.

He sees,
Bright lights
Flashing behind his eyes,
Sudden darkness.

The sound of sirens,
Screaming.

He awakens in an ambulance,
Remembers the savage beating
He endured
At the hands of an abusive father

When the storm came.

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