poem

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Heart pumps heavily when
you just think about the event.
Flash flood of mixed
emotions fill in.
Hope shatters down instantly.
The Darkness curtains
fall down on you.
You lurk blindly around there
hoping to find
a helping hand in the fog.
As you continue searching,
slowly, something creeps in you
and starts to stir inside your soul.
Epiphany, your friend,
meets you and tell you that
your own hand is the
hand in the fog.

(January 2001-age:23)