The Storm⚡️

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I squint at the ash-grey monstrosities that are looming over the horizon,

A storm was brewing in the deep depths of my stomach as I trudge into the deafening silence,

Fear.

Struck like lightning hard and fast destroying all sense of determination and knowledge left in my dinosaur brain,

"You may start; NOW."

Hopelessly thumping my life changing instrument in frustration i wracked my brain for inspiration,

Musical villains distracts my attention with there obnoxious lyrics of their utopias ,

Focus.

An explosion of intelligent scribbling dominates the torture theatre,

"Five minutes to go! "

Furiously fighting the urge to give up my hand -competing with my ever hasty head - i write like a lion hunting prey,

"Put your pencils down. NOW."

And with that, the storm was over.

Jx

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