gray-
                 colored
                   confusion,
                      the destroyer
                        of good thoughts,
                           clouds the blue skyline
                              in the scenery of my mind.
                                each of my childhood dreams,
                                   innocent hopes of a flawless world,
                                           falls down into pearls of black rain,
          as if the never-ending chain of life had been snapped into pieces
                by the power of a lightning bolt piercing through its jewel heart.
                                thunder rages inside, its sound of doom conjuring doubts.
                                       my resistance, weakened by grief,
                                             wistfully fights against the gods
                                                  hiding behind shapeless clouds.
                                                         in a desperate glance above,
                                                                i plead once more for sun,
                                                                        its light and its warmth;
                                                                                 an end to the storm.
                                                                                          darkness fades;
                                                                                                   and finally
                                                                                                           i begin
                                                                                                               to see  

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