Humanity

I hear thunder

Its roar shaking the valley

The birds scream

The beasts run terrified

The trees brace themselves

I sit, shaking in my tent

The rain leaks through the holes

Of unrealiable plastic

I’ve run out of batteries

On everything

The wind shakes the pegs free

The only thing grounding this tent

Is me

 

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Motorcyclist and Poet Riding and writing

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