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Sunday, 12 March 2017

The end? The end.


Armageddon.

The raging wind slams
ferociously
against the windowpanes.

Frozen rain pellets hit
the roof
of my bedroom –
relentlessly.

I wait
for the night to be
over.

I wait
for the rising sun
to usher this nightmare
away.

But it goes on
And on
And on.

I put on my beats.
Turn up the volume.
Shut the curtains
(of my eyes) 
for a moment
of reprieve.

Could this be
the end(?)

The End.

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