This is another piece I wrote during university, but I won’t be updating or re-writing it. ‘Storm’ is the first long poem I’ve ever written. Let me know what you think.
At night when the sky is screaming,
I wrap myself tightly away.
A warm burrito safe from the storm,
I imagine the stars that sparkle.
Furious clouds shield them from me.
Does someone admire the shine?
Imagine a storm on a planet so far,
it’s sun a speck among stars,
and a being like me, safe from their sky
listens to cries from black clouds.
As lightning peers through the cracks of the curtain,
I curl deeper into the comfort
and sleep in the captured warmth it provides.
The sun is a craved desire.
During the day, I’m huddled at work,
The clouds are sill for now
so umbrella ad raincoat forgotten.
As my shift ends, a bang like a gun,
The thunder signals the start
of a rapture of rain. My stomach drops.
I’m trapped in my office, no warmth for me here.
Should I accept it, or run?
I wait by the door for my moment to strike.
My car is lost in the haze.
I step outside, greeted by
the deafening downpour of pain.
My steps splash my pants and my makeup melts down..
But I get to the comforting cave.
When I get home, I am a burrito
and snuggled up in my bed,
embracing the encumbering warmth.
My soul and my bones sigh in content
as the sky screams, yet again.