Time Spent- 21m
7 Visitors


Restless breeze 

Hands shaking

Voices screaming 

Ground quaking 

Windows shatter 

Land breaks 

Flying branches, trees and logs 

Crying children 

Barking dogs

Blinding strikes of lighting 

Sight of panic should be frightening 

Sun’s not coming up no longer 

No more thoughts to sit and ponder

People running til their pounding chest 

Blackness til their dying breath