Storm | Teen Ink


May 14, 2008
By Anonymous

The wind whips against my face.
I must begin to quicken my pace.
I run too fast on the wet ground,
Looking for something I haven't found.
The storm rages on, violently screaming.
I look towards a building and see a light gleaming.
I tear up the steps and race through the door.
I have found what I was searching for.
I am home.

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