Dark Clouds - A 2013 Poem

It's been a long time since I've written a poem and this was the last one that I wrote, back two years ago, after a lot of bad storms. It is an overly dramatic piece and that was the purpose of it. In modern terms it would be called 'emo'. It is emo, indeed.

BLACK CLOUDS

The grass against my back is cold.
The forms in the sky curl and flow.
Just me alone, no hand to hold-
And the vapors turn gray and grow-
To be black mist and cover all.
I feel a pebble hit my cheek.
Not the kiss of raindrops fall-
A landslide come to stone the weak.

Buried alive, buried alone.
I feel the rubble pummel hard.
See firelights, hear wind gusts blown.
I’m laid to sleep in the long yard.
No love will wake me from my bed-
My body now burnt, spirit’s torn.
Tonight the lightning struck me dead...
and no lady dearest will mourn.

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-Bry