Poem #5

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I see the dark dark clouds.

It seems like a storm is coming.

A big, brutal, and gruesome one approaching me.

I feel like a big stone just watching.

No fear, no emotion, and no pain within me.

Waiting patiently for this storm to takeover.

Impact will be brutal, will be my nightmare, will

be my pain.

But all I feel is empty and alone.

No matter how much someone tries to fill the

dark, empty void.

I feel grounded yet fragile.... just staring at the

evil storm.

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