Gently the mist
Caresses my face
Wiping tears away
As I look up.
Knowing
The skies will blacken
Before clearing up
Like my soul.
On the horizon
Gathering storm clouds
Block out the light.
Sinking
Ever deeper
Into myself.
As the wind howls
Transforming mist
To a soul destroying rain.
Carving channels
Visible to the naked eye
Across my soulscape.
Watching
In real time
The land disappear
Underneath me.
Tumbling
I struggle to tell
Up from down
In this surry.
Time
Becomes meaningless
Beyond the next breath.
Until nothing
Only silence
As I laid awake
In my bed.
Realizing
Had just endured
A night terror.
Author's note: About the 4th day of this, I realized that I had intertwine least 2 different poems. So last night, I deleted all, but the first 3 stanzas. The things that we do for art (like no sleep).
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