Storm

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ght, Wistfully, declaring that all’s about to be dark. It’s in this place where I find myself longing For the peace of silence. But my mind is busy Harboring fears. My passion seems to have Stalemated behind a pit of emptiness and A shell of a former self. I have passed over some Hollow in my Spirit and come out a different creature. I don’t know where to go and I’m not sure if I’m actually being led. The sky is in-laid with millions Of stars. I see mountains in the distance but No sunlight no

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r moonlight. There is one lone tree But I cannot fathom it’s leaves or determine if it’s One of knowledge or everlasting life. I reckon That it’s the only one that I see in an otherwise, flat, Landscape. There is grass, and the giant abyss but that Great big hole appears to be dead. There’s no smoke or fire Escaping from it. No angels Fighting at the gates, no demons being cast In, Or trying To escape. And there I am standing on the edge of it, Wondering how to get across.</p></article></body>

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Sometimes, we have no idea about the weather But we know the storm. We can see the light, Wistfully, declaring that all’s about to be dark. It’s in this place where I find myself longing For the peace of silence. But my mind is busy Harboring fears. My passion seems to have Stalemated behind a pit of emptiness and A shell of a former self. I have passed over some Hollow in my Spirit and come out a different creature. I don’t know where to go and I’m not sure if I’m actually being led. The sky is in-laid with millions Of stars. I see mountains in the distance but No sunlight nor moonlight. There is one lone tree But I cannot fathom it’s leaves or determine if it’s One of knowledge or everlasting life. I reckon That it’s the only one that I see in an otherwise, flat, Landscape. There is grass, and the giant abyss but that Great big hole appears to be dead. There’s no smoke or fire Escaping from it. No angels Fighting at the gates, no demons being cast In, Or trying To escape. And there I am standing on the edge of it, Wondering how to get across.