Poem 65 || Disaster
It may just seem like a light drizzle to you,
But the hard truth,
Is a thunderstorm to me
Together,
We're just a catastrophe,
A kind of outraged calamity
An affliction of adversity,
Bursting with horror and misery
We're just a disaster,
Waiting to crumble,
A public ignominy.
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