A storm creeps up behind her It's surreptitious It's cunning It lays a trap in which many fall. She doesn't see it coming Until it's too late Dark clouds swirl inside her mind They consume her With seemingly loving limbs, They embrace her and She is strangely comforted by Things that should not be comforting. Those around her fear that She is slipping farther and farther Into this vicious storm But she does not care For it is too late. Those loving limbs tighten, They wind around her mind Until they are inextricable. She is trapped forever Now she can only feel That which misery bears...
