Suicidal Storm Poem by Meagan Miller

Suicidal Storm



Blood pours from the clouds,
Staining all that it touches,
Pooling on the ground.

The glint of a blad;
It lights the dark, dreary sky.

A scream pierces the night
As the blood flows freely.

The storm...
No one realizes that the storm
Is inside my mind.

They see it without realizing
That I am the storm.

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