The Eye Of The Storm

look at you, the eye of the storm
looks at you
and you stand still
and the storm
winks about this game
and the storm
goes away it has no eye for you
who you? who are you?
you are nobody
the storm even detests you
finds you
irrelevant for its meaningful
destruction

you stand still
what do you feel? it is irrelevant
you are but
another eye eying another eye
destructive too
but silent.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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