Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Crossing the Storm

Passing the threshold of the storm
on the road to staying dry.
As the clouds slunked off over my head
I exhaled a thunderous sigh.
I was headed firmly north
whilst the gloom swallowed the south.
Looking the storm in the eye
I ripped the sharp teeth out of his mouth.
But now that I have got here
I just want to waste my time and roam
because I know that if I return
he'll be waiting for when I get home.

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