These are my ideas.
and all I can do is watch them crumble
and fall through my fingers.
Every thought cascades downward
as it explodes catastrophically
Why is everything shaking?
Dark clouds gather
Every raindrop stings in its own violent way.
It becomes a torrential downpour.
The storm in my mind leaks out my eyes.
All I can hear are the bombs dropping
Make it stop. Make it stop.
Why am I chocking?
I curl into a ball
I am paralyzed,
convinced that the horrific screams
will never leave.
The screaming slows
The rumbles lessen
And through my tears
I see a beautiful ray of sunlight illuminating
that used to my sanity
I see what has become of my imagination
This was my save-haven
This was my castle
Now I sit in a pile of soggy rubble
Every beautiful thing
torn and muddled
All the color slowly muddied into brown
like a rain-soaked coloring book.
I'm not strong enough to rebuild
Not when I know
the storm will return
and drain my world of color.
Make it stop.
Please, make it stop.