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.