The tempestuous clouds
Speak to me.
As I gaze hard at those clouds,
I see an uprising,
Of silent admonition,
At the world below.
Nothing will calm a thunderous cloud,
One that is filled with anger,
They move slowly in the sky,
Making it seem like it is on fire.
Livid in Red,
Lined with black,
The blue sky is hidden,
Riddled with loathing,
Thunder rolls threaten in those clouds.
Words forsaken,
Make a promise flimsy,
Dethroning belief in the spoken.
Not many see the harshness,
Of a silenced sky,
As it awakens its wrath,
Just like words thrown about,
without a care,
The clouds open up,
To thunderstorm,
That will ravage,
and demean,
a callous seer.
beware of hidden anger.
-shobana-
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