The storm

Sprawling darkness has covered the sun
Depraved of its warmth I grow colder
It's rays can no longer penetrate the clouds
Thunder crashing as the sky comes down
Lightning strikes to induce panic and fear
Darkness growing faster it will soon be near
The cold air burning my lungs
Choking the breathe from me
A voice in my head screaming this is the death of me
A small tremble now my hands are shaking
From this hell there is no awakening

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What night is like when you have anxiety.