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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