I see grief coming like a cloud
the storm is inevitable
the loss is like a hurricane
I am working through it
the dying wish is to know
how long do I have
the doctors do not know
nor friends nor sympathetic eyes
I hear the rumble of thunder
death is on the horizon
death is the setting sun
the anger of scarlet is in the dusk
but nothing changes
will I wake at dawn
will I finish my fragile dream
today’s omen is a broken clock
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