41: The Storm (a poem by William Petrey)

This is not my poem, but I am sharing it because it is quite a powerful poem and in short, I love it.

“The Storm”
The wind storm blows surely
with an intense bite of gloom
It topples over dreams
and so begins the time of doom
Hope is taken quickly
for the wind does damage swift
Then good and evil turn
dark and light will flip and shift
Once the storm settles
and wind has left its sin
We’ll rebuild what we can
and wait for the storm to come again

-William Petrey

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