Great Black Clouds gathering
it is a storm of the spirit
Bringing desolate depression
Hopelessness, hate and fear
those left untouched hide
wishing to remain unseen
What to do?
When the Darkness comes
To drink in the light from your spirit
as the Vacuum drinks air from your lungs
It steals your breath
Leaving you void
Pushing you from view
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