Imprisoned

Photo by Elti Meshau on Pexels.com I strike the earth with fury. Mountains crumble. Darkness falls. Where am I? From where have I come? Strength is fiction. Life isn't real. Stars fill the night sky, mocking me. My prison is inescapable. My strength is weakness against the walls of this hell. My life is nothing. …

The Storm

Photo by Oleg Magni on Pexels.com I'm caught in a twister. I've sewn seeds of destruction. I am working. I'm getting stuff done. That's what I tell myself. Really I'm ripping up the Earth, tearing through the city, not noticing or caring about my own destructive wake. I'm am the twister. I am the storm, …