Bitter Storm

The whistle in the wind howling

The patter of the rain falling

Darkness becomes to consume me

A storm reeking havoc

The crumbling sounds all around

Bitter coldness pinning down

Breath stuck in the chest

Wild flowers floating above

Tears brimming in the eyes

Masked and hidden by the rain

The howling growing intensely

No escape from the storm within

A storm consumed with breaking you

Eyes watching wondering

Unable to see the storm brewing

Yet she lies on the ground

Slowly so slowly dying.


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