Struck by the Strom and a log in my eye,
I am blinded and oblivious to the world around.
My eyes are shut closely with darkness surrounding by leaps and bounds.
I am confined to a corner petrified by fear,
I fear movement lest I would stumble down.
But the Strom did die leaving behind a dreadful silence.
Screaming at me a voice from within “Till how long?”,
“Till how long you will hide from life when you don’t know when the death would arrive?”.
I was stubborn enough to not to answer,
But soon sun rays did knock my eyelids urging me to listen and care enough to answer and I had to.
I was struggling to open my eyes to let the light drive away the darkness of ignorance.
Log was gone but pain still reckoning, tears still rolling down leaving behind a burning trail.
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