Dark Poetry

Storm

Walking in the storm

The wind is howling down

Cloud giants chasing each other

Icy rain scratching the face

And the gusts pushing us forward

 

Alone on the fields

Humanless in the wood

The body dissolving in the elemental forces

Storm by myself

Storm

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de