The clashing clouds birth roaring thunder as the sunlight slowly disappears
Dampness fills the air, as the cold fog rolls over the hills, darkness drawing near
Suffocating in the eye of this storm stands only myself and my thoughts
Wondering if the destruction that is taking place is from the guilt that I’ve brought
The silent dark breeds the new fear of
Being alone
Leaving me with my thoughts and sins to atone
“What will make this go away?” These crippling feelings of sabotage
Or is the storm, the darkness, the fear, just a mirage?
Eyes close slowly and fists clinch tight, body shaking in the dead of the night
Through lips barely able to move, a prayer is whispered, wishing this burden to be lifted
“Please, I’m begging you, let my wish be gifted.”
But upon opening my eyes I find it’s just me, still in the dark, still in the storm, with insufficient reasons to adorn,
Easy to give up, and weak minded, while spiraling through the never
If I am to be broken, perhaps I am to be broken forever.