I, the storm


I grow.
Slowly, at first
but faster, faster, my strength swells.
I unleash my power
in a deafening roar,
tearing everything in my path.
Ruthless, brutal, cold unforgiving,
I rip through the lives of the weak,
mortals who call themselves humans.
They run before me,
trying to escape my crushing fist.
I show no mercy.
I, the storm.

Vicarious

VT

17 years old