when the storm comes

sadness gripped me and held me firm then it shook me until my teeth rattled they were clicking together like a skeleton’s skull I am usually manic and I love it working all night on fun projects but after a few nights of no sleep the sadness comes, unbidden, unwelcome he perforates me in gloomy stormy ways I cannot get away, I have thoughts that scare me I am frightened of him and of myself being manic is great; until the storm comes.