And then the reality of it all struck me.
Like a myriad of lightning bolts thrust like daggers into my heart and mind;
Shattering my innocent, ignorant spirit into shards.
Then the skies tore open and wept,
Wept with, for and within me;
Bitter, bitter, piercing tears,
Whilst the wind howled and screamed
Its most mournful song,
Until the waters rose so high,
I was swept away helpless, hopeless
With the sheer sorrow of it all.

...Insomniac...