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A Darkening Sky
It’s a sky
A lovely blue
Dotted with clouds
But they loom
Some days they grow darker
Heavy with rain
Droplets fall down
Washing me to the bottom of the earth
Where I lay, quiet
It hits me like a bus
Speeding through traffic
Like a junkie with withdrawal
A spike in my back
All of a sudden
All at once
A flash storm
A streak of lightning
Shocking me out of my senses
Until I’m paralyzed with doubt
With fear, with sadness
A weight pressing on my chest
Where my heart should be
I never see it coming
Yet I know it’s always there
Waiting, high above
Growing ever closer
Its finger reaching, probing
Turning my soul black
With every little touch
My veins fill my lead
My skin turns pale
My eyes bloodshot
Since I can’t sleep
Since I can feel nothing
But the storm brewing
Ready to spill over and consume me
I try to hold it at bay
Ringing alarms, sounding the bell
But the efforts are weak
My resolve is gone
The wind always wins, whipping it away
Until I’m empty, hollow, nothing
Paper tossed about
Grains of scattered sand
Shards of broken glass
Sparkling in the pale light of the next calm morning
Pieces of me left to be put back together
By the little will I have left
That grows smaller every time I’m smashed to bits
How many dawns are left?
How many storms?
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The dark days are hard to escape from, even when you can see the light.