Lake
Water has never looked so still
during this calm between storms.
The fracturing surface makes no noise
as bird calls are the only echos
of life on the gray day.
I look out at the stillness
and think of myself.
Hours before I woke into
a bad dream. A nightmare
that wanted me gone in the end.
Dark rain swept over the raging storm
in my eyes as it cleaned away
salty and self hating tears.
Crying out in the night for out of reach love.
Anything to cure this madness.
I want to live.
I want to die.
I give a weak smirk
as I see myself in
this draining lake
sitting in-between storms.
For we are both in calms before life changing tempests.
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