The Storm

Storm clouds hang above
not raining, not dispersing
just blocking our view
forcing us to wait for you.

Stuck in the void
not forwards nor backwards
stuck in a loop
futile actions

But the clouds loom darker
and darker
and you just scream;
You want this world to burn
with that heavenly fire,
that fire of the gods

‘Cause anything would be better
better than this limbo you’re in
better than this hellish reality

but soon the clouds crack
the first fat drops fall
And I sit there
tears hidden from view
‘Cause who am I?
How would I have known
that this would be worse.


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