It is a wind of strangeness

Which suddenly comes

Carrying bleak thoughts and dark feeling before.

Following always in its wake are black echoes

Challenging the depths

Echoing through the soul and smashing against the shore.

Then wearily I venture inwards to find my comfort

My womb of peace

To face instead my personal raven and harsh promise of nevermore.

This tearing cruelty of the furies ripping my soul inside

Stirs the hurting

Fills the terror and the lonesomeness of my inmost core.

And yet, still I travel, in the distance seeking

A friendly solace

Someone to share the burden which past I bore.
 

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