Category 5 Poem by Eli MorenoDrew
Category 5
A storm has hit my room.
With showers trenching my pillow and arm.
Thunder is moaned and sobbed into the air.
I’m breaking down in this hurricane.
I just don’t know what to do but
Let the clouds in my head poor out.
This storm is forecasting for weeks.
Until I drown myself in the rain or
My head splits from the thunder,
The only thing that can relieve me is something
Now out of reach.
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