Dear Readers,
The day has come to share my poem with you all! You might be wondering if the title of this blog post is the title of my poem. Luckily, it's not.
Day Thirty Eight's Progress:
Today I put everything together. I changed most of the lines and I made an order for all of the stanzas. I still left room for more stanzas to come when I think of some more ideas. Everything is sort of a first draft since I haven't made time to refine anything yet. I plan on doing that tomorrow and on Friday. Here is the raw version of the poem:
The title to come (I haven't found a title yet)
Raging Storms,
Smoky Fires,
Terrifying Tornadoes,
Deadly Hurricanes,
Powerful Earthquakes,
Destructive Tsunamis.
The strongest winds
Always extinguish the weak flames.
Tall candles last longer
Then the small ones.
Why is it?
When catastrophe strikes,
The poor
Suffer the most.
Scrambling for food,
Gathering what little belongings
They have.
Closed gates.
Their wishes turn into commands.
The tallest mountain never looks down,
Like gold doesn't care for silver.
The darkest times
Only hit one side,
The other, as bright
As a million suns.
Let me know if you have any feedback!
~ Golden Ink
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