The hurt

The clouds roll me like a mid day storm

But the pain grows more intense as it get warm

People may whisper against me and say their lies

But until you know the affliction that stings like the lighting from the skies

There are days it's virtually impossible to move, walk or sometimes even take a deep breath

Some days you are as normal as any other then the next day you feel like death

No one knows why it never stays sunny everyday 

Just as there is no reason why the pain cannot stay away

Never judge, never mock, or disbelieve

For this is just as real as the viscous storms comes without warning a summers eve

Psalm 41:7

 All that hate me whisper together against me: 

against me do they devise my hurt.

Nahum 1:3

 The Lord is slow to anger, and great in power, 

and will not at all acquit the wicked:

 the Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm,

 and the clouds are the dust of his feet.

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