The storm

You are the storm
In my calm
The distress in my peace
The downward curve
to my smiling lips
The fainting of light
In my moist eyes
The dark grave in my life
The hushed nightmare
In my restless  sleep
The wetness of my pillows
Alone when I weep
The drops of blood
That drips from my heart
The hurt that makes me tear apart
The scar that burns my soul
The fall in my frail hold
The loneliness in my isolation
The feeling of doom
In my anguished moods
You are the asphyxiation 
When I try to breathe....



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