The blades of the fan rotate in sync
with the clicking hands on the clock,
The atmosphere silenced so quickly
you could of heard a pin if it had been dropped,
The roars of thunder shatter your thoughts
even though the voices, they have silenced,
The quiver wracking your body takes place
as your hands, they grow cold...numb..
the previous atmosphere, violent,
The bile rises into your throat
as you clutch the blankets closer,
The stillness of the world may be more frightening
than the burdens weighing upon your shoulders,
Your heart misses a beat
for the silence.. brings more chaos than the loud atmosphere
recoiling inside your bruised mind,
You try to filter the appropriate mannerisms
from the disastrous ones you learn from,
This reflection, guaranteed to help you in life,
Don't worry yourself, you ambient thinker
inner strength and will, will save you...
Focus on what will make you stronger
and you CAN make a difference.
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EXTREMELY INSPIRATIONAL' Brilliant.