Fury | Teen Ink


May 29, 2019
By PoeticMan GOLD, Fort Worth, Texas
PoeticMan GOLD, Fort Worth, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable."

- Socrates

The clouds move in, ominous and dreary,

Seeming to slowly search, desperate and weary,

And the wind follows in foot, though bleary,

Howling through the willows, oh so eerie.

The nimbus formations remember misery of old,

And turning the sky black, with their rage growing bold,

They vow to bring devastation to all nature beholds.

And then the thunder rolled.

“Smack! Bang! Boom!”, screams voices from on high,

And lightning shoots down from its place in the sky.

Crash! A large oak, as if to testify,

Tumbles to the earth, in pain screaming, “Goodbye!”

At first a pitter-patter, moderately sweet,

Torrents soon pour down, drowning all they meet.

And as the rain crashes down, easily overpowering the heads of wheat,

The world cries out for mercy, just to get back on its feet.

Eventually feeling satisfied, with its fiery anger gone away,

The storm gives in, holding its thunder at bay.

And finally, a gentle mist sprays the spring prairie greenway,

Kneeling and feeling the soft grass as though to convey

That today is the end of torment, for tomorrow comes a new day.

The author's comments:

“Fury” conveys the idea that, in life, many things that bring pain and suffering can ultimately make one grow better and stronger than before, as did the meadow.

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