Open Form Poem: My passion is the lightning glut

 My passion is the lightning glut.

I’ve been an ardent person about it for as long as I can remember. 

My passion alleviates all my problems, no matter how big they are.

The trees become razed by this lightning glut.

A conflagration broke out due to my passion.

It strikes people quickly.

Some never see it coming.


It is as fast as Usain Bolt.


Once this passion attacks, it never stops.


It thunders all night, waking everyone up.


No one can stop it. 


They say I have the delusion that I will always have this passion.


I believe God gave me my passion; this makes people that believe in atheistic logic furious.


I try to abstain myself away from these types of people since they are being veracious when they say these types of things. 


Despite these doubters, I cling on tenaciously to the lightning glut. 


My passion is not going anywhere.


This can be frightening at times, but I still allow it to happen.


Most try to convalesce after they get struck by it. 


They fail as my passion is the lightning glut.





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