Addiction on the horizon

ive seen the storm from northern skys,

gazed with heavy heart and weary eye,

the warmth, a whisper not to tame,

spun quick to cool sheets of rain.

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but in its midst the storm gazed me,

the low of my dark, gray misery,

no empathy, sorrow, nor remorse,

detatch the storm will run its course,

echoed thunder trapped within the rage,

luminescence taking center stage,

here the lightning strikes u thrice,

the heart, the mind, and then the vice,

of all the sites ive entertained,

i find least joy in anguished drops of rain.

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ive seen the storm break from the east,

where once was an omnipresent raging beast,

the clouds now parted, reveal blue sky,

the wind does dance the sparrow flies.

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ive sat and pondered in the west,

for it cannot keep me at my best,  

looking down i nod and grin at the empty glass,

thinking  "this storm too.... shall pass,"