Horrifying night had come to an end.
The rapacious storm has passed away.
Along with the bright Sun, Morning has arrived.
Trying to give solace and strength.
Fear, anxiety and apprehension have been eroded.
No anchor to hold on to those feelings anymore.
All that prevails now is morbid silence.
Last night, he was robbed of everything he had.
No wealth, no shelter, no food.
No fear, no greed, no
malice.
No hope, no faith, no love.
He is just there, filling the void.
He feels nothing.
Nothing is left to hold him and make him stand.
Even if he stands, there’s nothing to compel him to go
forward.
He’s just there; existing in a non-existent way.
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