Slowly
Drowning in a pit of despair
Spider webs in my hair
Thinking of nothing with nothing to spare
Crying over what's not there
Slowly coming, slowly fading
Shooting stars, blink, cascading
Darkness is as darkness was
Just as everything else does
Treated badly like nothing special
Pushed and pulled in a tizzy of peril
Sharp pains, the edge of defeat
Left behind, myself, retreat
This day comes and goes so late
This day of storms will not abate
The toss and turn I can’t ignore
The storm, the one that I abhor
©Hannahlore Starr
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