David William Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Before the Storm

The sun is shining,
Yet the clouds are in the way
Before the storm

We need to face the predator 
Before we become victimized
We all need a savior and cure
Before we get all hypnotized 

Take My Heart…before the storm…
Take my art…and make me feel warm
I’m feeling good in my dorm, I won’t swarm

Into the abyssal ruins…
Peace wins…peace wins…
Through thick and thin
Where have you been?

Take my heart…
It’s in a Hearst…
Hear my cries
In reverse…in reverse…

I’m thinking circular yet thin…
Where the hell have you been?
Again, I’m feeling hellish right now
Somehow, I took a vow anyhow

I won’t ever kill myself ever again…
Every time I think that way, everyone thinks I’m crazy 
I will be happy and silly and positive and free
I won’t be sad and unhappy and full of blasphemy 

Schizoaffective is not me
Bipolar is not me
Leave the past behind me 
Depression is not me
Anxiety is not me
Grieve not and I’ll be free

Live with my mom for the meantime 
I don’t want to live with my dad 
Maybe, it’s about time I don’t numb
Away the pain…let pain be healing instead

I’m sad to say but…
Maybe all these trials are for a purpose
Far from getting shuteye

I’m hungry for eagerness and pride
I’m hungry to heal and subside
From his side for now
Until I get better anyhow

Confidence is key 
I want to be made free
Baby, I…baby, I don’t feel anything but happy…

But, mom, why? Why am I a little bit unhappy?
But, dad? I cry a little inside and I’m crappy

I can’t feel love the same again…
I ran away from home to find home amongst myself

I’m free, alive or dead
Take my heart before the storm
Dread, instead, fed
Me heads and tails of long ago and recently 

Free me honestly 
When do you adore…
The fact that I’m free?
Where am I going?
Eventually…
Truly…
Please me please
At ease, at ease

The storm is coming
I’m crying…
Something is coming out
Without a doubt 

Take my heart
It’s turned up, 
Torn apart from the start
Can’t get enough

Life is getting rough

Tribulation is at hand
Don’t you understand
Something’s happening to me?
I’m not pretending possibly?????……..

It’s not the end
The end is the beginning of my mend
It’s not the end
We’re close, yet together again
Although…I get us farther apart 

I remember yet I don’t 
You remember but you won’t 
Listen to my point of view
Pretending won’t, before the storm, have a clue 
What lies ahead anew…
I lie dearly dead a-blue

I missed you so much
I remember your touch
But, you say I’m…so…
Dead inside though…

I felt it through the silence of your words
Before the storm 

Dedicated to Birdy’s song called Ruins |, Take My Heart & Birdy’s song called Tears Will Fall & In the Arms of an Angel by Sarah Laughlin

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