David Smith


by dav.smith

He cringed under the bed sheets
he hated these Raging storms
The smashing and crashing of the thunder
and rage filled lightning

He couldn’t stand the roaring and bellowing
or the shuddering of the lightning striking
under these sheets he could hide
from the angry clouds that hovered so close

He remembered the last Raging storm
how it had bruised his little mind
and how he cried with the raining and hid for hours after
not coming out till it was fully passed and calm

O’ how he hates these Raging storms
that come more frequent and have grown larger
and how he suffers more after each storm
if only, he thinks, if only his mum would stay off these drugs


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