The Storm

I can feel it coming, dark and looming just aheada storm that never dies, by my sorrows it is fedit wraps itself around me, and won’t release it’s gripinto the terrifying oblivion, I slowly begin to slipscreaming out for help, but there is no reliefno salvation from a world with a specialty for griefnot a hand in view to pull me up when I fallthere’s no way I can climb this painful, jagged wallmy body is too heavy and my mind too abusedI think my love is gone, I see everyone in blood red huesI’m a shell of a woman, with no more strengththe rope sliding into the water, with no more lengthnot a soul to ever care if I die or survivewith care and mental nourishment I could have thrivedthis battle I fight is fought hard and all aloneand don’t think I’ll ever make it back, to the place called “home”

The Storm

Hollie Leffel

Toledo, United States

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