Far from above, thunder is taking control Violently raging Striking like a blind and bleeding beast Without any reason But persistently Beating like a drum Beating one by one Devoid of rain To wash away Or cleanse The remnants of this deconstruction This is not a healing storm To start anew From levelled ground Plains of ignorance No soothing squall More like an eruption Of unsheathed emotions Crying out Destroying our shelters The ones we've just bought As well as the ones That without concrete or wood To build we were taught Far from above, thunder does roll Like a child, deprived of its toys Down on our knees We try to withstand this release Far from above I've always thought We'd be safe Like the fly which, pursued, Finds refuge in a web With no means of escape What a transient haven Truly it is As shadows close in We both realize That even "above" At times Can be far too close
Reason for writing:
Isn't it strange, how we're never really safe from disasters of any kind?
Birth sign: Capricorn
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