For the first time,rhythum and synchrony clash, clashing and bashing aloud, a reckless drumming.
There’s been a storm coming since 1952.
Awake, I submit to the heavy weight of it, the thunder clouds raining down purifying water.
Lightening, lighting up the sky, revealing what we already knew.
We’re all scared to die.
For the first time, it hits us all.
It’s closer to home, closing in like a door on an iron maiden.
Closing in, swiftly and suffocating.
We’re all scared to die, like children fearing the dark.
The night is inevitable as is our end time. I’m scared gray at your loss, your sudden departure.
I’ll miss you today, tomorrow and ever after. I’ll lament with the rest and promise to try to smile on.
Easier said than done, when the demands are high and the sunlight is dwindling. The days are growing colder, ground frosty, rivers icing over. Roads are gaining black ice and slippery sidewalks, frozen solid highways and snowed in days.
It’s easier said than done, to cope when the outside resembles how I feel inside. Cold and corrupted, frozen and freezing in the deep freeze, repeating.
We’re all disasters dealing in this devolution. Cold and corrupted, we’re frozen and freezing in the deep freeze.
I’m missing you while facing the dark, the inevitable night, our end, too.
Dawning Creations 
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