poetry, written thoughts

Lightning strike

He was the lightning, she was the tree.

He crushed into her and set her on fire.

But just as fast as he came, he was gone – leaving her burning.

The fire made its way until there was nothing left for it to swallow. So it died down.

Leaving her burnt out and only as a black shadow of what she used to be.

All this he didn’t know, he never will.

 

© An Overthinker

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