Natural Disaster

I've peaked the farthest mountain.

Scaled it clean with ease.

Pressed through many so called torments

And disease.

The strongest shaking winds

Were but a gentle breeze.

And every blackened thunder cloud

Seemed gray to me.

Where hurricanes made death

I looked them in the eye.

Walked away in disappointment.

Couldn't even make me cry.

And what tsunami

Did I not eat up like sweet salami?

Shedding stupid dirt specs thrown upon me.

And walking forth like such a zombie.

Yes, I cleared a path

And made a riddle of these called 'disasters'

In the midst of all my laughter.

Then, how is it I could quell the winds,

The bolts, and make them stop.


Still resign and drown in just your one teardrop thereafter...

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