2 AM
based on the hurricanes in the summer of 2024
I couldn’t help but stare at the trees
swaying with the breeze of the night sky
like the soft spin of a child's mobile
as it begins to rock me to sleep
I’ve had a drink, or two,
and that becomes apparent
as I lay on the dew-covered grass
beginning to shed a tear for the beauty
of the rustling leaves
and whispering trees
someone, please save me
take me from this life
where a deadly storm
brews states away
can cause so much pain
can create so much dismay
and only allow me to feel
its mist dance along my face
to the never-ending song
of everything above me
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Isabella Walker
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Comments (2)
I got the same kinda feelings from this as Rachel! you have quite a skill for saying a lot with so few words per line! Captivatingly candid!
I get this sense of you trying to remain calm, loving the wonder of the storm but feeling scared and stimulated and also a little guilty.