maybe the heavens weep for me now;
clouds soaked in the tears of thunder.
claps of thunders fills the skies,
lighting it up like the very morning day.
why can't it light up this tunnel whose
the end seems so bleak and dark and gloomy?
hurricanes; tropical storms; earthquakes
rock the land of this feeble mind
-casualty: 1.
my entire being.
shaken by the aftershocks and math
of what has came and gone in the flash
i sit here alone; huddled with my bestest
best friend- my snugly blanket.
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