In the Midst of the Storm

You only ever realize how bad the storm actually is when you’re under it. When the rain is hitting your face and the windows rattle and quake. You think back to the signs, and wonder why you didn’t run while you could. You look for the exit, the end of the maze, but it’s nowhere in sight anymore. So you start running, and running, and running- but you can’t escape anymore. You’re stuck. So you wait...and wait. The events play out in front of you, breaking your heart each time. New horrors are discovered and you’re useless to stop it. You are the bystander. So you watch, and watch as it breaks your heart. Until you are no more.