Poem Hunter
Category 5
EM (7/20 / Brawley, CA)

Category 5

Poem By Eli MorenoDrew

A storm has hit my room.
With showers trenching my pillow and arm.
Thunder is moaned and sobbed into the air.
I’m breaking down in this hurricane.

I just don’t know what to do but
Let the clouds in my head poor out.

This storm is forecasting for weeks.
Until I drown myself in the rain or
My head splits from the thunder,
The only thing that can relieve me is something
Now out of reach.

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