In your hand, I saw the grenade
I wanted to pretend it wasn't there
The tempest brewed
At the back of your eyes
"Pull the pin"
The storm whispered with a gust
The downpour commenced
Ah, the recognizable
The familiar
Yes, I'm comfortable in the tornado
Wash away the pain
Let it rain
Let it storm
Destroy all in my path
Inside
Is where I hide
Leaves fell soaked to the ground
A limb fell without a sound
The wind intensified
No place to hide
The debris lifted in the air
And swirled in the howling wind
Pull the pin
Toss the grenade
Stand in the tempest
Curse the storm
You created
They don't understand
YoungBoy does
We share agony
Pain
The rain
Falling hard
behind the veil
That covers well
The window to the soul? Hah!
They don't see
They don't comprehend
But I'm just guessing
Are these your thoughts?
Is this reminiscent of
The storm inside?
I don't truly know
I can't get to you
I can't prevent the storm
Swat the Demon Dragonflies
That come to slay you
Living in devastation
Consumes us all
In this wreckage
I try to breathe
Such grief
Constant misery
Like never before
Like a heavy cloak
Sustained
Lasting
Unrelenting
We each wear it
Pull into the drive
Take a deep breath, "what today?"
Home is a pit
I wish...
Often, my sweet boy
I wish
Where are you?
Are you gone forever?
The immortal Demon Dragonflies
Survive
Grenades
Tornados
They thrive behind the veil
Where you hide so well
Many mistakes I've made
God, I tried
But I can't breathe
You can't breathe
None of us can fucking breathe
I'm sorry
This love is free
We are your family
I wish you could see
Attend your hurts
Escape the hurricane
Drop the grenade
Release the Demon Dragonflies
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