2nd Attempt on Slam Poetry:
I see the thunder building inside of him,
The coulds in his eyes grow darker as the shadows consume his face,
I know it's coming,
The storm
I try to run for cover but you can't outrun nature,
I stand in horror as I watch the storm unfold,
His hot breath brushes my cheeks,
Spit hits my face like thick rain drops,
His voice thundering as I cower in fear of it's power,
I am trapped in a flood zone unable to escape,
No high ground for safety,
No boat for rescue,
I am alone in this storm,
Each word that he speaks is like a strike of lightning never missing it's mark,
I feel my own storm brewing inside of me
But I don't let go...
I bunked in and took what I thought I deserved,
I know it's not my fault yet I still blame myself,
It's funny how we blame ourselves for what nature does,
It was never my fault,
But he always claimed it was...