Chaos 2

Pounding Hammering in my brain,

even louder than the rain,

that slams on the metal roof,

thundering through like horse’s hooves,

roasting as the sun in the sky,

blazing as the time passes by,

my stomach all in knots,

churning in the forbidding cave,

the stream that runs dry,

is wondering why,

the master keeps it from re-life,

of water so pure and fresh,

to quench the thirst with in the rest,

of the cold day,

I have to be careful all the way