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.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Created: 8/12/24 | Finalized: 8/13/24 Comments are welcome.
- Category: Nature
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