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The Storm
Skyler Latshaw
Life
Is a storm.
It blows in from the West,
Forecasted on the evening news.
Cold fronts sweeping, sweeping,
Sweeping.
The storm is cold and wet,
With gusts up to 60 mph
And hail the size of my sorrow.
Sometimes the storm is a tornado
Twisting like a cyclone,
And when we get caught up in it
We are not in Kansas
Anymore.
Wherefore art thou, O Shelter?
Hark! I hear it!
It is the basement door creaking open,
Opening for you and me, to climb inside
Safe within its damp, moist, concrete womb.
Skyler Latshaw has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Skyler's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Skyler's latest works: