Chaos

CH A O S

Thunder rumbles from

Large empty maws;

Disturbing the flows

Of the Natural Laws.

Opening so wide and

Spewing forth such a din,

Nothing but venom;

The Hate that's within.

Lightening Pulses;

Sparks surely fly.

Disruptions of the night

A vengeful reply.

Thunderheads Billow while

Cirrus clouds flee.

A once Noble Oak

Is now bent to her Knee.

Polarized Particles

Try to retrieve,

The balance of Nature.

Solitude to achieve

Calm breezes blow;

Yet just before Dawn,

Thunder claps Roar!

The quiet is gone.

No silence shall come

To that tiny space;

Rent beyond healing,

A hole left in space

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