The Black Storm

This is the black storm,
Frozen toes, radiator creaks,
Howling at the window,

This is the black storm,
Kettle drum bins tossed down empty streets,
A restless head upon the pillow,

This is the black storm,
Stone cold raindrops, ticking clock,
Lost sleep and hours borrowed,

This is the black storm.
Spinning night, rotting wood.
No sign of our tomorrow.

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