My Head Is a Hurricane
My thoughts are poisonously hot
They rise to my mind
Building pressure
Leaving my chest tight and empty
No air
Others will try
To breathe back life into my veins
But it all rises back
To my dangerously anguished head
It’s a cycle
Of elevation and despair
And I am so tired
Of spinning and spinning and spinning
Yet I am stuck on this ride
Because I am the center of the storm
Destroying
All that I love
But maybe
The heat will pass one day
My head will finally relent to my heart
And this storm
Will surely
Dissipate
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