Raw it comes leaving a few to stand tall.
Darkness and glory become one, thinking of none least of all the bright sun.
You let anger and rage take over,
mind rolling like a huge ugly bolder.
Destroying all nice things because gone are your light wings.
Despair and misery your only feelings, happiness now a long lost dealing.
Sinking low and deep
All you've done for years now is weep.
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