Storms are coming and                                    I
Only want it to stop
Flood is all over the room and I                     am
Swept by the streams
Words are filling my brain
“Will you stop thinking?”
Thank God someone said that,
“I’ll help you in your                                   healing.”


Voices are inconsistent and                              I
Am finding out how should they be gone
Or should they be gone?
Static, I don’t know
What to do but, I                                             am
Writing thunderstorms by now
Hoping for a sunrise to come
Hoping that self will stride,                          fighting.