Blinding Thunder

Angela Fristoe

Starting gentle, faintly first a slow rush of pressure I barely notice it the thundering behind my eyes

It begins to build to a pounding I feel blinded by thunder behind my eyes

Everything starts to fade I can no longer see the sights I am blinded Only the thunder behind my eyes

Still it builds pulsing, pushing breaking me the thunder behind my eyes

A light hits shining, searing tearing me apart this thunder behind my eyes

Whispers turn to yells grating, shrill bringing me to my knees thunder behind my eyes

At last it fades away hours after fact I lay my head and release my tears thunder behind my eyes


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