A Man And A Storm
A house, now so limp,
Housing a storm,
Creating carnage,
Ending life,
Damaging minds,
One in particular.
On lookers, unsure of
the storm,
They can see it,
Don’t they know it,
Limp life,
Limp house.
The winds throwing a
voice,
No one understands,
The wind whispering
it.
A storm stopping all.
The house is the
same,
But inside it’s
ruined,
Returning to how it
once was.
Simple and plain,
No knowledge nor
control.
A man and his storm,
Taking all,
His strength,
His control,
His Life.
Ruined.
Hello again, I realise it has been a while... Sorry about that, everytime I plan to get writing I lose insipration or just general stuff to talk about. So instead I have dug up an old poem that I wrote when I was 14, I'm now 17.
It's about the effects of strokes. I hope that comes across.