S t o r m ’ s E n d

by Shadray

Author’s Note- After receiving no reviews or critisism or comments or recommendations or anything at all on my last piece that I took so much hard work and soul into, I’ve written my first fictionpress poem to be submitted here. Surely you can take the time to leave at least one comment, people, because, honestly, reading without telling the author your view of their long-sweated-over work isn’t cool or funny or sexy or anything else! So—basicaly—in conclusion—blah blah blah—you can still review my other story that I published just before this, and make me happy!

I started writing something else during school in homeroom… It’s about this person who is having absolute trouble surviving and life’s malovolence is taking control. Please read and comment, if you can. It's not long at all.

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"S t o r m ‘ s E n d"

My feet pound heavily against the dark puddles,

Rain pouring mercilessly on my clothes,

Gray skies block the sunlight,

And all that can be seen is darkness.

I’m d r e n c h e d from the waters

Drenched with fear.

Fear of seeing death, pain, hurt, sorrow,

From another soul.

But fear is useless—

I have already seen them

Within myself.

Clothes are soaking,

Hair is dripping,

Hands are shaking violently

As I try to tear away from the r a i n .

People stare as I walk by

A l o n e

With

N o b o d y

Except for the puddle by my side

Can I walk past?

Can I run between the drops?

Can I shuffle to shelter? I ask myself.

No, there is no shelter,

No space goes between the drops,

And the puddles stretch out for miles.

There is no place to run to,

As this is inside of me,

My mind,

My heart,

My s o u l

And if there were—

I couldn’t make it,

For the rain blinds my sight,

And it shall lead me to a lone plain

In the middle of nowhere,

Where the storm can find me

As a t a r g e t

With no h o p e

But—

At the l a s t moment,

When a l l is ready to end

And the storm has been s e t ,

The darkness has become u n b r e a k a b l e ,

And the rain has o v e r c o m e ,

I see the tiniest glimpse of light in the sky,

And as I wipe my eyes clear of rain and tears

And peek out into the emerging radiance,

The sun gleams above all else,

The winds blow gently across my face,

And the rain lightens,

And I look down upon myself

And realize

I’m not wet.