As dark storms roar, on numb biting floor his fears soar,
masked monsters crawl in painful sprawl of chilling squall
in his abode, winter showed then memories flowed.
Familiar gloom creeps in the room; a hazy fume,
war mistakes, a secret shakes while his courage breaks
a struggling moth, blood red froth staining his white cloth.
An ember glow, his hopes flow striding across snow
lighting a fire, dreams desire to reach higher,
a soothing touch his fingers clutch reviving much
anxieties cease, cells release his soul in peace.
*This poem uses a triple rhyme scheme with three rhyming words in a line and 12 syllables per line.*
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