Restlessness takes hold
it's one am in the morning
a cyclone of thoughts
storm my mind in warning
as the tornado outside
my window is forming.
the rain beats down on my
windowsill and the wind
is loudly howling as I
lay in my bed, chaotic thoughts
seeping through closed eyes.
Visions of the vintage past
mixed with what the future
could bring, the question remains-will I at last
be able to release what I endlessly grasp
and allow for the next unknown forecast?
*This is a One Shot Wednesday post. Stop by for a visit if you're interested in posting some of your own delightful poetry and/or looking to read some delightful poetry from others.
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