The Storm

The sun always shines once the storm has passed,

But what if the storm in your head is there to stay,

Clouding your memories, raining out your thoughts,

Dreary dreams and foggy nightmares

Blurring your vision as you take a peek

Into the future,

Unable to see the sun above the towering trees.

As you wait for the leprechaun under the rainbow,

Understanding the inevitability of yourself,

And the true despair the storm has created.

A facade , or maybe a barrage of senses,

Hopelessness without a compass

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