A storm outside
Darkening the sky
Stealing the light
Shaking the soul and body
With rambunctious bolts of searing energy.
Let the rain come
And let the thunder roar.

Let the wind take my breath
So that I may no longer speak your name.

Let me be so wrapped up in white hot heat
That I forget our time together.

The storm will push away
The most of you, squash the seed
Of you implanted in my mind.
Erase my memory, the hurricane outside
Replacing the one within, and wiping me clean.

Leaving me tired, oh so weary.
The traveler on her route.
Let me rest, leave me be
To become part of the storm outside.

Now I will darken the sky
Steal the light,
And shake your soul when the thunder roars.

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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