Awakening; sounds of raging storms
fear takes over and continues to form
Awkward delusions running through my mind,
as I endlessly search, yet cannot find.
A black abyss envelops my soul,
No longer able to take control.
Clouds disperse a downpour of hail
as I fall to my knees, weakened and frail
Looking up, I cry to the midnight sky
wanting desperately to say good-bye.
Hidden in the shadows is my pride
For I have now all but died.
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