The Storm

Silence is kept by those who wish to whisper within the storm.
Words are as powerful when cast upon society like that very storm.
Thunder lights up the skies, basking in a glow of dominence.
Sparking ones thoughts of vulnerability in a world of hurt.
The skies are mocking me, and society is its vessel.
Destroying the fabric of time, spreading its darkness.
That storm is not forever lasting, like life, its days are numbered.
Take heed of the moment, existence is fleeting.
Be heard, words are moisture from the lips of a poet.
Spreading it's meaning, drenching those in need of reflection.

--Anthony R., Adult