2021-2022, Poem, Writing

Destruction

Destruction
Isabella Menendez, '25

I can’t see 
I can’t feel 
I can’t hear 
But it’s so loud I wish 
I couldn’t.
 
The storm will hit 
They said 
I didn’t listen 
I let it in. 

The storm hit 
It hit hard 
And because of me, 
Destructive. 

Storms pass 
They say 
But I’m still waiting 
Destruction.