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Nov 2013
My tornado spins in vicious cycles.
Those calm winds, I haven't felt in a while.
'Cause the rain, it only ever pours.
Comes down on me so hard, it's leaving sores.

The winds kick up; become a cyclone.
One giant mess I can't seem to sort on my own.
And broken sticks and chunks of leaves,
they twirl inside my tornado of dis-beliefs.

My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.


It'd be nice if the sun could break through these clouds.
The clouds that 'cause the winds to crowd
Every last proper thought I know
Gets broken and tossed in my tornado.

I can't even distinguish right thoughts from wrong.
Anybody I know never sticks around too long.
They're thrown in my head, jumbled with everything else.
Take a decent beating, then to another hand they're dealt.

My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.


Or maybe it's me who's taking these beatings.
I sure as hell know that my skull's lost its feeling.
I know I'm loveless, sleepless, clueless.
I know I'm powerless, useless; just a mess.

I know I'm a lost child refusing the right care.
I know I wanna do this on my own, so don't you dare.
And I know I'm gunna fight this tornado alone.
But at the same time, everything i know,

**I really don't.
Mica Light Poetry
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Mica Light Poetry  Vancouver Island, BC
(Vancouver Island, BC)   
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