Disaster creeps

Heavy disaster

The air

is heavy

around my head.

The weight is

trying to

Break me.

Disaster creeps

and crash’s

head on.

Time doesn’t

heal.

Dread is always there.

Down,

low,

in my soul.

Weeping.

By

Dawn

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