The Storm
How can I explain it? There's no way to descibe this pain.
It feels like a storm raging inside of me but it's only in my brain.
I try to medicate and suppress it, the best way that I know how.
Time after time it comes right back, absent for no more than an hour.
Rage, saddness, confusion and fear it takes on all of these traits.
Even the most trivial of problems feels like desperate straits.
What can I do? Who can call? or What can the answer be?
If I try to explain this pain they'll tell me that it's only me.
So I carry it inside of myself, as though, I'm waiting for it to born.
Constantly growing and developing like a slowly evolving storm.
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