Chapter 517, 518, 519, 520 & 521: Lazy Sunday

Happy Sunday!

So I’m officially on Spring Break, for the next week! 

To celebrate, I’d thought I would share another poem, since the first one seemed to be enjoyed. 

 

Have an awesome day!

xxoo

Lightning

They say that the odds of being struck are 1 in 3000

 

           But that number isn’t reassuring, despite the rarity

 

                     It strikes without warning, without grace

 

                                Yet we just accept it,

 we just let it happen to us,

 

 Without knowing why, it gives us a glimpse of what we could become

 

We wait for the day we become ash, for that single

         

               Flash of blinding light before darkness

          

                           But the question is

 

                                Where do we go?

                    

Only the lightning knows

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