I stood atop a hill motionless,
As I greatly suffered in my own distress,
I looked further out to the darkened, dreary clouds above,
And viewed life as a complete mess.
I felt the heavy rain trickle down my face,
Isolated in the midst of despair,
All I felt were forceful gushes of wind,
And implanted wounds, everywhere.
I wanted to scream and run,
But nothing would allow me to,
So I stood atop a hill motionless,
Frozen and inferior to you.