the mood rolls in like a
summer storm;
heavy, inexplicable,
too sudden and all encompassing
it makes the air weigh down and
too hot for such fragile lungs
the first few seconds,
you feel this sort of
sick, disastrous thrill
when it comes crashing in like thunder,
letting you lose control,
giving you permission not to be accountable;
“the storm in my head made me do it”
or so you’ll say later,
and you won’t even know if it’s true
and neither will they
your mind gets fogged up with the circular thoughts
and the half-formed fantasies with grim endings
start to swirl into a hurricane that could make the trees snap;
you’re no match for it
so you sit around waiting for the flood to pass
while it gathers in your lungs
spills out from your eyes
even though you’ve got no reason to be sad
and you know it and that just makes it worse
until so many clouds have gathered
you’ve forgotten what the sky’s like without it
and you think,
maybe it’d be better to just drown already.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
the mood rolls in like a
summer storm;
heavy, inexplicable,
too sudden and all encompassing
it makes the air weigh down and
too hot for such fragile lungs
the first few seconds,
you feel this sort of
sick, disastrous thrill
when it comes crashing in like thunder,
letting you lose control,
giving you permission not to be accountable;
“the storm in my head made me do it”
or so you’ll say later,
and you won’t even know if it’s true
and neither will they
your mind gets fogged up with the circular thoughts
and the half-formed fantasies with grim endings
start to swirl into a hurricane that could make the trees snap;
you’re no match for it
so you sit around waiting for the flood to pass
while it gathers in your lungs
spills out from your eyes
even though you’ve got no reason to be sad
and you know it and that just makes it worse
until so many clouds have gathered
you’ve forgotten what the sky’s like without it
and you think,
maybe it’d be better to just drown already.