When Lightning Strikes
His voice, like thunder
Rumbling through my head
Frightens me, trembles me,
Splits the heaven and
Strikes the earth.
At night when I sleep,
The roaring thunder heaves
Feigns like a lullaby,
Silences my outcry
Pinning me down
Far deep
When morning comes,
an uproar fades
leaving my body with
dirt and aches.
Lightning hits
the same spot twice,
still it hides
a stealth of trace
When mother asks me
not to tell a soul,
I see the stain
on my skirt,
the bruise
burns even more
Rumbling through my head
Frightens me, trembles me,
Splits the heaven and
Strikes the earth.
At night when I sleep,
The roaring thunder heaves
Feigns like a lullaby,
Silences my outcry
Pinning me down
Far deep
When morning comes,
an uproar fades
leaving my body with
dirt and aches.
Lightning hits
the same spot twice,
still it hides
a stealth of trace
When mother asks me
not to tell a soul,
I see the stain
on my skirt,
the bruise
burns even more
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