I feel it approaching;
Out of the darkness,
Out of the staleness.
I see it first just as small as the light from a fire fly,
It is a silent threat, not heard only felt;
Like the storm you see quietly but forcefully
dancing on the horizon.
As it grows in its magnificence,
My apprehensive heart beats against my chest.
I feel it so close but I keep praying that it will stay far away,
My heart pounds wildly until my breath escapes me.
My life, my existence has been nothing but a great paradox,
leading to this moment in time.
There are so many-
Their voices screaming in my mind.
A thousand thoughts inside only one,
How do I help them all?
What if I allow one to fall?
Will it swallow them into the parade of lightning
into the abyss of blinding light?
Will I too fall for not saving them?
I always knew it was there,
Safely waiting on the horizon
But I never felt this light would catch me this fast.
I never thought the rain would fall upon my skin
But now here it is,
Will I have the strength?
Strength to make it go away?
Only the agony of waiting for the future will tell.
Just remember never let it come so close,
That you can feel the mist upon you.
Because the second you don't realize
the other end of the story,
That is the second it grabs a hold on you.
Failure. What a lovely feeling.