Category : Poems

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In the beginning.
In the middle.
In the end.

From start.
From break.
From final.

Nothing seems as it is.
Through smell,
Touch,
Sight,
Taste,
And hearing.

The storm is always something you can't throw away so easily.

The storm is always fighting back with the strength of a 100 you.

The storm is always figuring out what to do next to break you.

It's you. The dark trying to push through the cells of your skin.

Dark.
Empty.
Lost.
Lonely.

What is next?

You never know what happens.

The storm is always a demon. Rain storm. Thunder storm. Nothing is safe. The ramble of man, mankind. It's always a thought you can't escape. The senses of human is buried under this storm.

You lose your mind. Your way of life. McCandless.

McCandless.

You're Chris McCandless.

Stubborn.
Prideful.
Under thinking.
Refusing help.
Different.
Popular.
Strong.
Weird.

McCandless.

Weird. Nothing seems right.

The storm changes you. It's man's life. Man's society crippled the mind, uprooted from it's home, long gone. Destroy nature.

Building up inside, now you're going on a rampage. Just ranting for hours alone in your head in bed. You don't know what to do. Every apssing second it's dangerous; ill prepared to handle the devastating damage of the coming storm. It'll break you. Make you lose your mind, you need help. But you don't know. What is it? Why is it, it? What's the point?

Confusing.

That is the storm.

That is the storm.

That is the storm.

That is the storm inside you.

Raging.

Growing.

Fighting.

Strong.

At that point, in the storm. In the storm, no peace is made.

In The Storm.

In The Storm, everything is gone.

In The Storm.