Storms Poem by Mary Keat

Storms of my mind,
Surrounding my eyes.
Thoughs raging thorugh,
On small things.
Twisiting like a tornado,
Screaming like a hurricane.
I'm being held down,
By these iron chains.

Oh these wars raging in my mind,
Keeping me from smiling.
These srorms are damaging my pride,
It seems to me you've died...

Blizards howl,
The thunder growls.
My tears fall,
The rain calls...
Me to the center of my mind,
Smothered in darkness,
Untill the pounding of my heart becomes...
So dull,
I feel that I have died.

Oh these storms in my mind,
Keeping me from smiling.
These storms daminging my pride,
Your just staring as I'm dieing.

The winds howl,
I know now...
You never were there.
A figment of my imagination,
Just empty air.

You are the storm,
You caused the storm,
You caused my death.
You laughed...
As I took my last breath.

Oh these wars raging in my mind,
Keeping me from smiling.
These demons in my head,
The storms in my mind...
Damaging my pride,
To you It seems I am dead.