Jonathan grant McElroy- Scrambled Ink
poetry
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
The storm
this storm coming shows no mercy
Center of destruction
I stand in the way
As looking to play
I pray
My troubles washed ashore
My body hits the floor
For I am no more
Wiped off this earth
As rain begins to poor
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