Death is My Narrator

It’s billowing up, blowing up, bearing forward. Growing bigger, and finding out its potential.

 

The hurricane

 

It’s time we leave. Before it is too late.

But it gets here too fast, and we are....surrounded!!

 

How did the eye of the storm stare us down for so long before it decided what he wanted to do.

Then you let go of my hand.

And he noticed

By the time I could reach for your hand again

The eye looked away.

And torment filled my mind.

I couldn't rush my mind fast enough to save you.

I look back before it came. And I remember seeing all the things I saw.

But because the storm grew bigger,

I can’t see the rainbows anymore

I can’t be your faith

I can’t read your mind

I can’t come to you and beg

I can’t be the person who is chasing after you

And I cannot feel you standing next to me

Not in this open valley

Not here

Not now

 And even after everything passed, even though I could finally see the purple haze of the rainbow once again

 I didn't see you anymore