Mind is a hurricane
and my thoughts heat up
like a microwave.
Formation inside my thoughts
is warm like ocean water
and it’s getting stronger.
I am losing control.
I’m becoming winded and breathless.
The pressure is too high
I’m getting a headache.
Circulation of my brain
is flowing clockwise
and its massive like a hurricane.
The world is like a tornado
confused don’t know where to go
to the point your hair turns gray
and its grows.
Sometimes the wind blows
and force your body where to go.
We grow old,
force to walk on our bare toes
shivering when the air is cold.
Prayers should be withhold
when your destiny is uncontrolled
whenever trying to survive
a tornado.