SandstormA Poem by HavataraWhat I feel like with stress sometimes.My life is like a storm. Dust and dirt, endlessly swirling, endlessly turning.
The sandstorm hides all, makes all disappear, makes all go dark. The darkness creeps up on me.
The storm, it brings so much noise. Drowning in the whistling. Drowning in the screaming.
I can’t see. I can’t hear. I can’t feel. I can’t breathe.
It’s all going dark. © 2010 HavataraReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 22, 2009 Last Updated on March 4, 2010 AuthorHavataraThe Town That Moved, St. Louis County, MN (aka Hicksville), MNAboutMy birthday is November 12, 1994. I was born and raised in Minnesota and am loving it, despite the mosquitoes and the six month winter. It would be AMAZING if you reviewed something of mine if I r.. more..Writing
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