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.
Copyright © Iris Van Dongen | Year Posted 2020
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