A Depression

A Depression

Clouds race in anger
across the sky’s limitless expanse
Blown by an impatient wind
shaking the fringes of trees
Thunder claps its warning
of what is to come
Darkening moodiness
blankets the atmosphere
and I feel the oppressiveness
of the moment
It mirrors my mood
as I curl into a ball
Unspoken words
hang in silence
Lightning cracks
Illuminating the horror
of what has become my hell
I pray for a deluge
to wash away the demons


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Note.  I do not suffer with depression but the barometric pressure of dark stormy weather does give me  
bad headaches.


Prompts

Skys the limit - Stream of Consciousness 
Warning - Word of the Day
Fringe - RDP

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