Monday, 4 November 2013

Brain Storms Raging

Unceasing moans and murmurs
Tip Tap Tip like driving rain
Heavy reverie imagining
Trapped inside a hurricane 

All my thoughts are swirling
Teasing torment in my head
I grab the air to catch my breath
To choke on stale ideas instead

Spiteful gusts are pounding
Scatter pages without care
Like ripping windy razor blades
Tear down my castles in the air

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