Before The Storm

Written by Rebekah O Reilly |
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Engulfed by the fear and manic,

We panic,

My family shielding me from the ticking of time.


A locality to be persecuted in seeming revenge,

for mistaken behaviour

nothing short of a crime.

To gather. To prepare.

To scheme with such urgency

that only fear could induce.

To protect. To escape.

But nothing can save us

from the problems only humans produced.

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Author: Rebekah O Reilly
My name is Rebekah O’Reilly, and I’m 16 years old. I have been passionate about English for as long as I remember, and hope to someday become a journalist, or a poet, or an English teacher....but for now you can find me here on WriterlyWords.


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