Epiphany

Poetry by Melissa Mercado Kama

Premonition of a storm

In the break of the morning,

My eyes feel a storm stirring.

Never does it come.

In the dead of the night,

I am breaking.

Never do I shatter.

One day, I will.

And you will be the cause.

The morning thunderous,

The night broken.

You will live each day

Like any other…

Not knowing what you’ve done.

 

 

Melissa Mercado Kama © 2009

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