thunderstorms

my mind sustains relentless battles with itself don't know how to feel, how to act, what to say thoughts racing too fast can't think distracted by voices all around each whisper explodes blurry, unclear can't concentrate wish i could dig a deep hole inside the empty thunderstorm that is my mind hide from the confusion, torture once simple is now complex, once significant is now pointless can't stand the things once loved, don't want the people once needed fire for love drenched by the water that is the empty anger that consumes, as the ability to care is easily replaced by the ability to hate can't scream loud enough to be heard can't hurt deep enough to be noticed can't be great enough to be appreciated this way it is until the feeling passes, as the thunderstorms cease again, the mind temporarily at rest.i don't know if this even makes any sense at all, but it's how i feel Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 07:28 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10