I'm suffocating in the thick air of this disease,
carried in these winds of plague.
There's no shelter to hide from the storm,
no safe haven, no solace.
A vicious downpour of thoughts and emotions.
No clear skies, no sunshine.
Just clouds of cumulonimbus stature,
threatening the hail to come.
The lightening will strike me down,
stripping the life from veins.
But lightening will never strike there again.
I will be safe from the storm,
never again worrying about severe weather.