The Storm.

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A/N: Please read author's note at the end! VERY important.

I feel it coming
Not just the chill gliding on my bones
Or the ripple of certainty in my intuition
But the silent yet loud rumble of the earth under my feet

I see it coming
What used to be my plain traumatizing, energy consuming, prowling nightmares
Are now visions before my eyes
Each sequential revelation more ominous and hellish than the last

It is useless to brace yourself
Because the hurdled clouds
Will darken not only everywhere with their looming shadow
But also your flicker of preparation, escape...hope

Blood, sweat and tears will be spilled
But sadly that is not all to be lost
The tormented, grieving souls will also be the attestation
Of the aftermath of the lethal reckoning

A/N: Firstly, please don't forget to vote and comment your thoughts. Don't forget to share; tell or tag a friend or follower😊❤!

Secondly, I regret to say that I will be going on a hiatus from Sunday for 5 months due to academic reasons and I won't have my phone to be able to update.
I have decided to complete this poetry collection and continue it when I return or create another poetry collection. If I decide to continue in this collection, I really hope you will still be interested in my work.

I'll like to thank you all for reading. The support has been unbelievable.

This last(maybe)  part of my poetry collection is dedicated to...

ALL OF YOU!
For your amazing support!

                             Until next time,
                                                       Z.

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