Friday, April 9, 2010

The grey sky rumbling, forewarning of the storm to come

The swallows pushed around by the winds, losing control of their flight

The drops of rain on the dry skin like pin pricks reminding that this is not a dream

The throbbing sensation overwhelming the mind, the head, can't keep up

Life, death, nothing but reality

Can't keep up

Emotions run asunder, no control

Can't keep up

Control, no control


Can't keep up