The Storm
I hear the chilling wind in the tear stained window to my heart
The decadence of the storm clouds is haunting me
I pray for calamity to pass but
Darker and Darker the clouds become until I am engulfed in darkness
My sight has left me
I cannot see the twister on the horizon
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