The Storm of Time

Our storm awaits us; the pressure builds and thunder roars. Oh the deafening sounds, as my soul soars.

The winds will blow and the tears will pour. MORE! Oh God, please more. Oh please, no more.

Electricity running down my face, there is no shelter; nor any safe place. It is such a pity, such a desperate fate, with such waste of a loving space.

Hail crashes and smashes all that you held holy. Not even a moment left not even time for you to hold me. Hell is surely to destroy all that keeps us free. The storm awaits to swallow you and me.

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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