When the storm gets loud


"Do you ever cry yourself to sleep

because the thoughts you keep

seek escape?"


A whirlwind trapped inside my head
is turning, bouncing off walls.
Twisted howls, painstakingly contained.


And how every moment, I divide
a screaming heart from sounding
as if nothing's aching me.


Until the storm just gets so loud
my ears are shot
and thoughts invested
in quelling, sufficiently,
this raging tempest.




The fight's no longer mine.
With time, the gusts that seek release
will rip my shroud.
Unleashed, like angry sunbeams,
from behind a cloud.



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