HURRICANE

The tropical winds from the eastern shore
began to whistle through the outer corridors
like banshees screaming in the night.
the window shutters tight shook to near surrender.
I felt the loneliness weigh heavily on my soul.
as never before. for death was at my door..
I settled down in a corner of my room
wrapped in a blanket, lights turned to dim
as I waited for my world to end.

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: USA

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the world will never end

the world will never end
do not to storms surrender
be as brave as
ere

I can always count on you to

I can always count on you to lift me up !

thank u

yesterday i saw a person like u
may be older
in ur like situation
i could feel he looked after his wife
who appeared ill
and i marveled
silently
still
how love can till
he drove her away as she smiled
How i admire you now more
Joe

Love is the energy that never

Love is the energy that never dies.

thank you, my dear friend

Great poem

in that its a slow forward description
of living ..a walk through
done Poetically

I lived through a wind storm
down here...terrifying
you do think your house
will be torn up
Nothing like feeling
alive when your most
about to maybe die

never forget that one

Glad you're still here

Thank You

Hey Joe,

Your poem and Esker's both speak of storms and their aftermath. yet in vastly different ways. I have read both, and although I am able to understand yours a tad better, the way Stephen words things is a poetic miracle! You are more down to earth, and nitty gritty, which is a blessing also! Great poem, my friend!

Thanks, Lonnie, I write more

Thanks, Lonnie, I write more poetic prose. Stephen is poetic genius,

yes, exactly

How one feels when the elements are wild - one wonders if one will survive, as it seems the destruction won't end, and it is extremely frightening, especially if you are alone...

Great write Joe

Love judy
xxx