Pounding down onto the ground,
No longer caring what I hit,
Coving everything in sight,
As the clouds darken all around,
Filling up with such rage,
I give into every emotional blight.
The winds blow stronger,
The rage grows more,
Consuming my body. . .I lose control,
Going with the unpredictable winds,
It’s too late. . .
The clouds dissipate,
The storm passes--
But the pain still remains.
 
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