Filled with anguish,
Set resentments aside,
searching for that dismal light that flickers constant streams of eerie glow.
The winds have settled and the rain has left it's impressions on the streets, before the steam starts to reach for the clouds, in that vast open vortex, that is the sky!!.
Gas pockets form inside my mind, bubbling, troubling, the thoughts of inner oppression's God laid upon my soul!!!, before I crossed through the door ways to death into the world of the un-known.