Untold agony pours forth
In a rain of tears.
Words of anger
And the foment of hatred,
Discharge in blinding flashes,
Again and again.
Yet, above the dark clouds
The wails fade into a blue silence,
And the grotesque turns invisible
By the glare of the sun.
Must I rise or not?
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