"The Storm" by Lynda Appell I am huddled in my living room on this tumultous night Trying my utmost to survive the storm. It is not my friend. The thunder constantly crackles like someone enraged. I try my best to wait it out until the end. My walls give me no feeling of security Even though they are plenty secure I repeatedly check my one bed room apartment I feel like I can never be satisfied. I want more. The darkness out my window makes the outside completely obscure. I keep thinking of the unknown. I just know I am glad I am indoors for sure. The rains come rushing down like an endless stream of water I hear the constant howling wind I realize there is a raging tornado Oh please help me survive this night and I will be as happy as finding El Dorado.
50s morals, mentality in the 21st Century with emphasis on people with disabilities at work