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Before The Storm
I sit on a chair in an empty room, alone. My eyes nervously peer out the window, somewhere out there torture and doom awaits, I'm in an emotional state. I contemplate. Should I let the sun shine in or board it up with plywood? Darkness Now candle lit Why is my soul filled with so much trauma, destroying me. My life now a cyclorama created by mother nature resembling a member in the cast of this catastrophe. I ponder the idea of it changing direction, and it missing me Ohhhh natural selection, it's me, who it's heading for Stillness of the sycamore It's in the air, torment, I shiver Tears flowing like blood in the central veins of the liver I must be strong I don't want to leave my stable And get swept away to some godforsaken place I'm physically and emotionally not able. I won't sleep this night, eyes wide open Loneliness, emptiness and sadness have now shaped me I'm strong, being here is where I belong Winds of change I wonder, can hope be found within this impending debris, a grain? The thought of being pain-free Sounds like thunder rumble over the hill Not long now, raising eyebrow. Power of nature, life's eternal tormentor The aggressor, now shackled but I won't venture, For I will stay and in my chair I will pray that there will be a better day.
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