I Want People to Share Their Poetry
The Forecast:
Sometimes my brain gets clouded with the moments of my past.
A world changing apocalypse on the worst nights however a Carolina rainstorm on the lightest of days.
At times I can’t find shelter from the catastrophe inside me and I feel like breaking down.
Searching to find a vantage point and yet nothing, not even the ground.
My high and low pressures are always getting into fights sometimes erupting into chaos to never been seen
For there’s a Pacific size sandstorm swirling around me.
It’s enough madness and disruption to easily quake a world apart, but there’s a secret.
Find it’s hiding place so the rebuilding can start.
Mine’s the abyss known as my heart.
Sometimes my brain gets clouded with the moments of my past.
A world changing apocalypse on the worst nights however a Carolina rainstorm on the lightest of days.
At times I can’t find shelter from the catastrophe inside me and I feel like breaking down.
Searching to find a vantage point and yet nothing, not even the ground.
My high and low pressures are always getting into fights sometimes erupting into chaos to never been seen
For there’s a Pacific size sandstorm swirling around me.
It’s enough madness and disruption to easily quake a world apart, but there’s a secret.
Find it’s hiding place so the rebuilding can start.
Mine’s the abyss known as my heart.
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