SilverXball

Muted

a silent storm, oppressed

quiet, a deadly thing

destruction, didn't hear it coming

mute, too late to run

gone, everything and all

noiseless, eyes widened in fear

still, you thought you were safe

soft things still make harsh sounds

a low whir ignored and obliterated

hushed, inevitable

you attempted to vanquish the storm

but you made it more powerful

with the seductive advantage of surprise

 

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    Cleverly pieced together ambient stormy poem.

    An inner storm so violent yet silent on the outside! Awesome!

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