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He is already aware
Of the churning noise  
That madness makes
He sees medication
Lying untaken
He is aware of a  
Dark internal fog that  
Invades the very place  
That should be safe.  
He already knows fear
Despair and pain.
He knows the aroma
Of alcohol breaths  
Violent whispers
He doesn’t need
To be a psychic  
He already knows that  
A storm is coming  
He is scared that he
Will not survive  
Just a small child in wooly  
Swimming shorts
Who would much  
Rather stay in the  
Water that he fears
Than face going home
To the terror silently
Waiting for him
He cries to no avail
There is no redeemer
No hero to rescue
Currently available
Maybe later
Maybe not