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depression personified

Here it comes

Why can’t you see it too

whistling screaming

ground is trembling

all mankind shaking

its coming

Clouds over the sun

only darkness left

Racing through the land

the tornado is coming

Nothing I can do

Destruction on it’s way

hands reach out

no one there

Fingers clutching

At empty air

Deafeming sounds

Oh why can’t you u hear

Choking filthy dust

Blackness every where

Too late to offer help

tossed and broken

I lay and shed a tear

2 Replies

Wow you are a talented lady ,very deep. I love your poems & sonets! keep it up Petal . xxx soft hugs dottiedog


Sorry about the tone at I feel sk down and poetry writing keeps me sane petal


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