It

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It comes and goes
The storm that rages
Smearing ink
Tearing pages

Erasing smiles
Whipping eyes
It makes you wonder
Why you try

It blows away
Your fortress walls
It howls and screams
Watches you fall

It waits for joy
And slight reprieve
Then grabs your neck
So you can’t breathe

It mocks your strength
And doubts your reason
It’s flower blooms
In every season