When Thunder Strikes

I cupped my ears tight,
not allowing even the slightest vibration to enter.
Yet it roared inside me,
not sparing even the innermost corner to tremble.

Just shut up.



Sometimes I just wish you can back off.

Take all of it away, don't even bother to say sorry.

I'm afraid of the aftereffect.

Do whatever you please, please.

Just make the ending quick.

or is it a story only I know?