The Hurricane

There is a Hurricane inside my head. You see a warm horizon With my eyes reflecting like the stillness of water And my gaze penetrating like dew clouds in the summer. Little can your Homosapien eyes see Past the mortal features of my willowing skin There is a hurricane inside my mind. How softly my voice floats. Like Autumn leaves from the branch to the ground. Though the temperature be cold and chilling, As my thoughts surge from North to South, My voice is rooted like the stem of the snoozing tree Waiting for the frost to arrive and reveal There is a Hurricane inside my mind. Calamity is my greatest trick. It glides like a swan on mellow water Focusing the viewer on it's stillness and serenity While frantically underneath the water it kicks. A thousand thoughts underneath the water like Fish Who would suffocate if they came above the surface. They see me struggling to swim and stay afloat. There is a Hurricane inside my mind. Little will I ever let you notice How rage attacks my mind. Hitting, attacking, Thrusting the rocks and Cliffside's of my mind into turmoil. Beating the Brain And raising the blood like how the Flexible Ocean Ascends during the heavy Storms near the Shore. I wish you never near the Shore. I wish you far away from those Waters. There is a hurricane inside my mind.