Stress and panic hit when she
Was coming a powerful yet
Destructive woman that would
Make her name known around the U.S.
I was fifteen.
The road was long and the ride
Was tough everyone was anxious
And the traffic was touch and go.
Everyone wanted to get out of her
Way. I was fifteen.
She struck with brutal force, she knocked
Down things, she cut the power off,
She made places flood.
She made us miserable yet terrified
By her wrath. I was fifteen.
She went as quickly as she came
She left her mark on society
Gaping holes and gashes were left
By her to deal the final blow to
Many who weren't dead already.
I lived though it, fifteen.