Perhaps it was the lightning that struck across my every dreamscape
Or the tides that swelled and crashed upon my serenity
A thousand drum sets sent smashing to the floor could never create such an
Unsettling cacophony of reverberation through my skull
The wind howled at the audacity of my passive ears
Great pelting rains accosted my skin and threatened me with torturous persistence
While everything around me, that once was calm, had erupted
I was thrown from my slumber and unto the floor
As I lay there looking beneath my mattress frame
I saw all of the sins that I had swept underneath
One can never truly rest with a thunderstorm under their bed
-j.g.smith (08/04/07)
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