Disasters of the Mind

Sun, 05/19/2019 - 04:14 -- carbar

 

I have been like an ocean of thoughts and turmoil creating hurricanes in my head, that rain down Into my  heart and strike my soul like lightning after thunder.

The thunder rumbles in my ribs as my lungs linger on with less breath breaking me asunder.

The anxiety arises like a monsoon making its way to my mood.

There is no warning; the sudden storm surges and falls in to intrude.

The lightning strikes my brain, and scrambles my thoughts like a droplet dispersing into the dirt.

Around me are tornados ripping the foundation beneath my feet to dust with no alert.

The Earth quakes as the storm surging through the souls of  my feet hit the ground.

It makes a terrible degrading sound.

The clouds get gloomier, grayer, darker.

My mind  floods with the rain soon after the shattering of my thoughts.

Too many floods fill my mind the water has no place to drain.

I guess that's what happens when you have sewage mixed with rain. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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