Tears swarm my eyes like tons of bees,
My heart beat change it sync as I breathe,
My ears felt like they had bled from a thousand voices,*
And I couldn't help but look at the sky.
The hoarseness in my voice was present,
Like the presence of winter on your pale skin,
Soothing, yet with harshness to go,
And I couldn't help but take a look at my clothes.
Where am I? I wanted to ask,
But the person in front of the mirror was unknown,
It was a creature with invisible fangs up like a vampire
With eyes daring me to scream.
And so I let it in,
The pain and suffering all met with silence
The storm in my heart brewed like a fine coffee
And each second it did was in misery.
I know I couldn't help it.
The agitated feeling of being alive.
And I can't help but smile.
Because it all has to do with life.
There are moments when things hook us like a sting fly,
Unable to leave no matter how we shake our hands.
And that's how life teaches us to be patient in this way.
That things like that are meant to take place.
The storm that disturbs our peace,
And the lessons it brings
It'll never stop coming
Therefore, we have time to be experienced to accept it.
That's why we have fate and faith,
What is meant to happen and your response to the happenings,
The belief that comes with it,
That in every storm comes peace,
Even if it is just for a moment.
This is my response to the Blockchainpoets Contest
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Still yours truly,
Balikis.
Thanks for reading.
Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.