A drastic grasp at the inevitable

Leaves you holding the obvious

And you close your eyes and cherish

Unable to protract or reflect

Now means all that it can

And the cupboard is empty

 

The curtains move in the breeze

And the water pours over cracked tile

The storm has entered the house

Lightning charges the air

Eyes wide in wonder with each flash

And the cupboard is empty

 

Quiet steps move closer to freedom

The doors creep open slowly

The sound almost loud enough to be heard

Wicked claps of thunder shred any peace

Fear fills the room with each moment

And the cupboard is empty

 

Holding dread at bay with effort

Comfort doesn’t come to you

The wind moves your hair

And you don’t care

The whispers come faster now

Unable to breath or turn you notice

The cupboard is empty

 

Memories race through corridors in your mind

Each turn slows remembrance

Time is short and it all fades

The doors slowly close as you approach

The cupboard is empty

But it once held hope in rows

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