Weather Forecast
The sky blackens as though trying to imitate my soul,
Truthfully reflecting my emotions; dark as coal.
Clouds are dull and gloomy like the ones inside my mind,
I asked for the forecast but my request was declined.
On the upside feeling down’s a classical excuse,
To team up with narcotics to give my body abuse,
Impair all my senses until I feel no more pain,
And hide beneath the trenches in my newly crafted brain.
Now a storm approaches,
Did I miss the calm before it?
Mental thunder is ferocious,
There’s no way I can ignore it.
Acid rain makes an appearance,
Scalding underneath my skin.
Running out of perseverance,
I consider giving in.
Temporarily I saw a vision of the sun,
Embedded in such picturesque surroundings,
Until a hurricane besieged my brain and I was spun,
And ever since I’ve felt as though I’m drowning.
