I only made it out with my life. Been a stormy while. I sit back and I'm forced to ponder why I had to go through the experiences, some wounded me, some left a vacuum which can't be filled soon.
The sun and the reason for my smile was taken from me. Replaced with fire and brimstone. The goddess watched in akimbo as anguish and tears became my rhythm. Pillows soaked, not from the awkward weather of Manchester, but from the tears of a weary eyes.
Darkness, an old friend plummeted me into the depths of depression. A dungeon laced with poison to the soul. A stench of failure and echoes of defeat embraces me as I brace the cold metallic bars of my cell.
I commanded the earth, but she didn't yeild. I sang to the winds but she became fiery. I basked in solitude as everything crumbled. Dreams, blueprints and capitals were consumed by a raging fire. I watched them turn to ashes.
Alas, the calm after the storm. The waters are still, the sun smiling again. Though battered, I believe joy comes in the morning. A new song awaits
