Everything may end,
The unknown knows.
All you dread.
You are held aloft.
Seeing the events.
Quiet and tense.
The storm builds,
Thunder softly stirs.
Shy away.
Come down,
Touch the earth.
Unbearing suspense.
Your breath is taken,
You are made blind.
Speech is numbed.
Hide from all,
Seek none.
Hear no-one.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
Everything may end,
The unknown knows.
All you dread.
You are held aloft.
Seeing the events.
Quiet and tense.
The storm builds,
Thunder softly stirs.
Shy away.
Come down,
Touch the earth.
Unbearing suspense.
Your breath is taken,
You are made blind.
Speech is numbed.
Hide from all,
Seek none.
Hear no-one.
I can only count on myself.
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