Your clouds of black form,
Over my hollow dorm.
You start to spin,
And I shake and rattle with the win.
My looking glasses star to shatter,
But in the end it doesn't matter.
Your sheets of rain pelt my roof,
But soon it goes, poof!'
My sides start to creak,
And I am feeling weak.
My top comes tumbling down,
And I start to drown.
My inside start to flood,
And I am ruined, like a human from loss of blood.
My sides start to crumble,
And soon I will go for a tumble.
I just wanted to say,
When your a house, it's hard to get out of the way.
Poetry©Nolan_LaValley®™17/05/2018™®©
*ALL SPELLING MISTAKES ARE INTENTIONAL!!!!*
Well, you are aloud to laugh. And yes, I just seriously wrote a poem told from the perspective of a house. I gave the house emotions, and told its story as if it were being distroyed from a tornado. Well, honestly, I am not loosing my mind, but I am happy to have creative me back! Please, don't be a silent reader. :XD
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