Under Pressure

It strikes like lightening.

It consumes like midnights darkness.

As the hands move round & round: rust builds slowly.

 

If you listen closely, you can hear the cries.

There are wonders that drown beneath the ocean.

Shining, passion filled stars: blown out as easily as candles.

A fire settled, and pain turns to ashes.

 

Rain, so cold and lonely – washing away any trace.

It thrived blossomed like a rose.

Strong, bold and graceful.

Sweet with armor.

 

Wrapping around the beats of thunder: silencing the rage.

As each flash swiftly appears, a vision vanishes.

The earth piles little pebbles with the dirt: ease the mess – salvage the rest.

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