Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Storm

I could see the storm clouds rising
My heartbeat raced with fear
The trees had started swaying
I knew the storm was near

The wind was getting stronger
The smell of rain had filled the air
This storm had a hunger
It's strength I could not bare

All alone I was standing
I had no place to go
My fear was overwhelming
My strength was very low

To my knee's I had fallen
My head buried in the ground
Help me I was screaming
But no one heard a sound

My clothes were soaked
My heart was broke
I could not stand
A broken man

But I heard a voice
Don't know who or why
It gave me a choice
Get up or die

I had to stand
I had to be a man
Although alone
I must go on

The storm has gone
There is no more rain
I am still alone
But I am still Dwayne.

1 comments:

PJ said...

very good writing. thanks for sharing