Scream in the Storm

This feeling is dark and spare,
This feeling is strong as sea.
This feeling hurtles through the air,
This feelings taking over me!

It sways at no command,
It kills and hurts.
Its aim to leave a mark,
It is a fiery spurt.

But, during it’s attack,
It stops and rests.
But then comes back,
And destroys even the best.

It’s a feeling of death,
A feeling of power.
It attacks the mind,
Destroys in under an hour.

It moves fast,
Across the land.
The fire terrorises,
The stubble will not stand.

The end of the earth,
Will end in this.
Hate and destruction,
Not happiness and bliss.

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