Storm...
not passing
Streets flooding
Stopping traffic
Anger rising
Fists pounding
on my steering wheel.
Can't stop it
Can't stand it.
Tears...
not ceasing
Tornado warning
Life spinning
Control waning
No turning
back to how it was.
Can't help it
Can't hang on.
Help is on the way,
they say...
Meanwhile will I
just slip away...?
Caren E. Salas
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