The night was filled with harsh winds and thunderous clouds,
My mind raising, with problems, with clutter, with sounds,
The sight of the ominous wonders filled with latent colors,
Fear of old demons, conquered by a tragic empty...murmurs
To my eyes a disbelief, a shadow approached my hour was near
To who did I owe this debt, may it be that Death is almost here?
Would this mean my life ends here? Was this all I held dear...
THEN...
A glider of hope, my moment of fate
To ponder in silence to just lay awake
I know that am conscious I know that am here
But just one last question...was all this my fear?