I twist in the tornado that consumes
Bones cracking and cartilage compressed
My head is spinning as the wind sings
Lacerations and contusions connect
My world is a blur of dust and grit
The hungry howl is all I hear
And I fear death may be near
I squint against the debris to see
Fragmented photos of my life
Out of focus but recognizable
I stumble into the eye of the storm
An eerie calm deafening in the silence
A brief reprieve from my surrounding
But I know it will not last
The tornadoes edge hits me full blast
I’m back in the ether
Where my mortal mauling begins again
I’m stuck in a storm of ghosts
Phantom faces on the edge of memory.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
