lightening strikes
tempting me
taunting me
and just one time
I wish it would hit me
to stand face to face with death
so I can see
what is on the other side
and I stand
out in the pouring rain
wearing shoes of copper
screaming to the sky
daring deity listening to strike me dead
but instead
I’m only hit
with the hammering sound of thunder
taunting me
telling me
death will have to wait for another day
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
