Catastrophe
Looms in the air
A thick
Unwavering menace
And daybreak yields
Few songs of comfort
Its bitter welcome
Seeping slow
Into my desperate form
In wait I writhe
Skewered from the inside
By the thorns
Of incessant worry
All hopeful winds
Are frail and few
In these fearful hours
Full, with agony
And fret

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