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and when the thunder comes

10/4/2018

 
​by Zakiyya

Couldn't you cry a little less,

it would make me feel more at ease
in such shallow waters,
it would lower the thunders voice
and cover scared children.
I’d ask you to cry a little less,
hoping for the thunder to stop
But the uproar only brings lighting,
soaking up screams from pillows
and words from story books.

I’d really wish for you to cry less,
to stay hidden in cowardly nights
hide from the loud and the bright
to not let the rain wash your dreams
that stick to your bed sheets.

But I’d beg you to stop crying in whole.
To challenge the storm that brought the thunder,
Let the rain submerge fear and every cowardly night.
Til the street lamps have no need to longer bring light.
Speak words only from story books
Words to uncover scared children.
Speak only words that blow the storm away
Till there is no longer the thunder.

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