A soul so restless..... tumultuous.
Happiness eludes like wind slipping through fingers.
Slippery cliffs of doubt, swirling clouds of uncertainty.
The lonely places are its haunts.
A feeling of certain dread hangs low,
enveloping.
To and fro it flits finding no resting place.
Like a wind whipped restless sea, agitated.
No comforter, wrapped up in despair,
darkness, the constant companion is there.
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