The Calm

M.E.M.

You don’t know your in the calm before the storm

until the storm hits.

That’s when you realize,

that was the calm,

The eerie quiet that blanketed the world

before the hurricane ripped through that blanket with a knife

Shredding it, before shredding you

And making you question

if you’ll ever know quiet again.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2025 09:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: Created: 8/12/24 | Finalized: 8/13/24 Comments are welcome.
  • Category: Nature
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  • sorenbarrett

    Nicely pictured this can be both the literal and natural storm as well ant emotional one. Nicely done

    • M.E.M.

      Always nice to get your feedback.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are always most welcome

      • Poetic Licence

        Very nicely written and so true, one minute its all ok the next chaos breaks loose, enjoyed the read

        • M.E.M.

          Thanks. I was inspired to write it while watching the “Hurricane Katrina: Race Against Time” docuseries.

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome



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