Claimed By The Storm

Standing at a crossroad, trying to figure out where to go. Jumbled up thoughts but still a blank stare. Curbing a noise within me that wants to escape out as a shriek. I am shouting on the inside, asking for help but out comes a whisper that nobody hears. I stretch my hand out to be held but it returns empty. I am drowning and not a single hand to pull me out. Just moments left before I am claimed by the storm and swept to the very bottom. Will help arrive or will my eyes close in solitude?

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