Washed Away

 

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Blankets of tears slam against the window,

 

Alabaster clouds weep for me.

 

No barrier between man and nature,

 

We’re the same suffering being.

 

 

The sun shimmers behind brooding captors,

 

pleading for a softening smile.

 

I turn away, clutching a silver blade,

 

thunder argues in denial.

 

 

With a deafening crash and blinding flash,

 

my heart floods with devastation.

 

No remedy for this violent storm,

 

embracing my only option.

 

 

A bolt of lightning, I rush out the door,

 

Slick grass dragging me to my knees.

 

White dress clinging, a body done breathing,

 

pain streams into rivers and seas.