The Hurricane

Credits: http://weheartit.com/entry/108252563/search?context_type=search&context_user=kerrykerry&page=2&query=hurricane

The sun shines on the other side of the road

Here I am stranded below the dull black moon

Soft whispers of the tree's branch cut through my skin, producing a scar

I screamed in pain but it was drowned by the loud rustling of the wind

I wished for someone to rescue me

But even that thought was swept away by the imminent hurricane 

I desperately grabbed the roots of a laughing tree 

It did nothing to save me from the hurricane

It was oblivious

I couldn't hold on anymore

I let go and was swept away by the demonic hurricane

So this is basically the first metaphoric poem I ever wrote. I don't think it's good enough but I hope you still understand it...