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Hurricane

The wind rattles the shutters beside me

It is impossible to sleep

Our house shakes as it threatens to collapse

The once calm, glasslike bay forms giant waves

My favorite beach has disappeared

It is midnight, time to sleep

I glance out the window and see a shadow

It moves and shakes as it threatens to barge in through my window

Falling asleep, the hissing of the wind penetrates my dreams

Like a policeman blowing his whistle

Only it's not

I wake suddenly and hear a crash

Running downstairs to see what has happened I trip

Now unable to see the fallen power line and the tree that has already Began to fall

Sprawled on the floor i hear the boom

Scrambling to get up i see the car that has crushed my neighbors car

When will this end?

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Written by
eve-pruecil
American
Published
Aug 30, 2010
Lines·Words
17·139
Notes

this isnt my best actually its reely bad but rite now hurricane earl is passing by us and its reely scary, this did happen, ill try to rite a better poem about it once the hurricane is over

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