Cometh the storm..

Cometh the storm, cometh the storm..
Rising over the once blue skies, now overcome by burgeoning darkness..
Rising above the once calm seas, now a menacing mass of turbulence..
Rising atop the once tall hills, now standing dwarfed..
Keeping the fisherfolk at bay,
Children in the assumed safety of mother's embrace..
Looming large over the horizon waiting to unleash its fury on us mortals..
But there's a lull before it assumes its true force..
The morbid silence is a message from mother nature,
That no matter what dizzy heights we humans achieve,
We are still dwarfed by her awesome powers..
Cometh the storm, cometh the storm..

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With the night comes the cover that i so desperately long for; to hide my face from the crowd with a thousand unspoken questions pointed at me.. I have to costantly fight that overpowering urge to let go of everything I once held dear.. The utter insignificance of this wretched form of existance dawns over the mind..