Hurricane

Were you washed in a hurricane?

I heard those release your pain

But maybe you're just drowning,

Or you're in the woods, frowning.

Have you been answered?

Is the smoke causing cancer?

Are you still confused?

Is everything red, too?

A blood right sight?

From a dangerous fight...

A fight between why and why not?

Maybe when is aswell in the pot.

But honestly, do you know what I mean?

That's sad, nothing is green. :(

You think you can live off of just pasta?

Please, get out of there faster.

I care for you, believe it or not.

Hurricanes are dangerous, fact, not just thought.

Do you feel the gentle raindrop

That fell on your flame, pop!

Your fire is gone,

Has it been like this, or am I wrong?

, nothing has changed.

We're just back to that 'Flaming Barrel' game.

Hey you!

Hope is on the way, do you hear me too?

I will get you out of this hurricane.

This poem is a way for me to look back at my past sixteen poems and as well, I think I put it together pretty okay. If you can find all sixteen poem references, then I'll be proud of you :joy: