This Night

You sat and
held yourself
tonight,

For who else
is there to
believe?

Your soul your
heart, your mind
are raped

Too battered,
broken, sad,
to grieve.

The cursing
wind, scarred, maimed,
tore you

A storm that
threatened yet,
not raged

Condensed you,
a lesser
mortal

Truly this
night, you were
your age.

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