Crap Poems part 2 – Very, very frightening

The second edition of crap poems is here with a subject that was keeping me awake all night yesterday.

I hate thunder and love lightning ⚡️, so last nights storm had a negative and fearful effect, as usual.

Sometimes even when you close your eyes the lightning penetrates the blackout blind and wakes up the room for a split second. Within less than a another second there was a crack and clap that was so hard it scared the shit out of me.

‘Very very frightening’ is dedicated to that time spent trying to ignore the fear, noise and strobe lights.

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Very very frightening

Was that?

What time?

Fuck off

Weathers crime

Strobe, flare, bang, scare

I want to draw not fry

Crackle, smack, flash, whack

I want to scream and cry

But it won’t stop

The rain bashes down

And it won’t help

With my overused frown

Extreme sparkles?

Can I reframe them?

Weather based glitter

Or the sparkliest bright gem

But I still panic

It makes me freeze

The booms get louder

My fists start to squeeze

Closer and closer

Brighter and brighter

Louder and louder

Muscles get tighter

If it hits the roof

So will he

Please please can it end

Mother Nature hears my plea

Lighter and lighter

Slower and slower

The glitter gets dull

And the noise gets lower

Who else is awake?

Who else is looking?

Who else is wishing

for a holiday booking?

White flashes turn blue

And the sun begins rising

My nightmare of nights

Is finally demising

Head on the pillow

Think of a dream

In 2 hours you’ll wake

To a loud baby scream

A few notes…

I was awake at 4am feeling distraught about the weather. The storm rolled around our house like an evil giant dinosaur with its pearly whites flashing at every smile.

I hate it, but I also had a strong urge to ignore the fear and remember it’s just weather. I have a young daughter and if she’s scared too, what help would I be to her as a crying, quivering wreck?

So I wrote a crap poem about it, this time using rhyme because I loved some of the words. Despite the rhymes there is still use of dual-meaning words and grammar that’s bad but deliberately thought out.

I hope you like it!

Published by stephc2021

Hi! I'm Steph, an amateur writer and illustrator specialising in Mental Health and being a self-confessed Spoonie. My website is home to any successful fiction I create, with stories that have won so far covering difficult subjects such as baby loss and mental health in grief as well as some funny and heart-warming tales when I get the inspiration. Every drawing and picture on my website was created by me. I spend a lot of time coming up with illustrations to accompany all of my posts and pages. I try to create original content across all of my channels, whether I'm writing about my own fiction or just generally musing on mental health or my own issues. I want to be part of the change because I believe the understanding of MH in the UK is getting better, but has a very long way to go. By being honest about my own struggles and symptoms I think others will relate and hopefully it will encourage them to talk to someone and get the help and support they need. Long term my goal is to help children too, help them understand their own mental health and how to help with the mental health of those around them. I live in the UK with my partner, daughter and dog, I swear frequently and I adore a well made, traditional, gooey, chocolatey, delicious brownie.

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