the quiet after the storm

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between the storm and the shrill ring of the alarm at dawn

is a ghostly quiet, where the tranquil world aches

and hope withers among the fallen oaks.

i lie in the midst of life and death

and bleed out on the sandy shores, void of pain

but hurting still, my vacant body unmoving, unfeeling,

my cluttered mind finally at a loss for thoughts.

all was peaceful, yet i was not at peace but in a noiseless thunder, 

for all i wanted was for the rain to lash down upon me,

but all i was left with was a heavy absence.