a divine catastrophe


like a hurricane in my brain
you are twisted and destructive
and worst of all,
a catastrophe

never would I have expected
that this fresh wind into my life
was the onset of so much more

you triggered most joyous moments in me
but were responsible
for my fall into despair

and the rain that drizzled on my head
and into my mind
was a comfort at first
it helped me grow like a daisy

I should have stayed small
protected from the sunlight
by the grown plants surrounding me
unworried about the dangers of wind
but never hit by the sunlight

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