Private Storms
Restless lullabies deviously pollute my sheepish mind.
Kindly weighted bones keep my soul nestled,
So as to not yet, let it be harmed.
Choking on desert air,
Taking in hollowed breaths from a collapsed chest.
Reconciled tissues release tension of strenuous times.
The only one privy to my silent weather.
Storms in my entrails collide to atom walls.
My outer exterior wilts to such thunderous qualms.
My private storms are never calm...
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