Lightning Strike

Lightning Strike short poem

Photo by Jesse Palmer

The lightning struck as hard as it could,
almost as it would want to kill me.
It was a lion,
trying to get its prey.

Lightning. It was raging, hard.
It was running behind me,
And I was running ahead of it.
It was a nightmare with a hint of reality.

I ran hard,
trying to avoid it as I kept going,
further and further.
I could see nothing but flashes and rain drops.

I wanted to stop,
but I could never stop.
It was either; Live or Die.
I chose to live and I kept running.

It was like a typhoon, trying to swallow me in.
It slashed through the sky.
I could hear it, running behind me.
Crashing through houses and trees like it didn’t care.

Finally, I saw my house!
Just around the corner, I saw it.
It was there but it was not.
Like it was visible but it was not.

The typhoon had attacked,
and was lost. Forever.
I never saw it again or the people who I called,

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Wonderfully vivid ! Imagery is used with a remarkable skill.


Strike Out.

Strike Out. long poem

After so much struggle  Throughout the year , After achieving success  That you had feared, It’s time to cherish.  To be thankful for the good  Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,