My mind is a storm and I'm afraid of thunder
It hovers over my head and claps
Startled, I flinch and close my eyes
Tightly, I'm left scared and surprised.
It stays there.
The rain dribbles across my forehead
The water spells words against me
Loudly, it shakes me to my knees.
The night used to be my comfort
But now it strengthens the storm
That roars through my mind
And won't allow any strength to form.
It's lonely under my cloud.
A puff bull of grey
The loudness that storms
Leaving me stray
And dances of lightning to perform.
It gets louder as I write.
My hands dabble across a screen and it tells at me
And roars louder than any almighty.
The lightning strikes and the claps make it hard for my mentality to sustain.
I'm afraid of thunder qnd my mind brought a hurricane.
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