Black clouds roll in
as it begins to get dark.
There is going to be a bad storm,
in my head is where it starts.
First a flash of lightning,
that the bravest man fears.
Then the resonant sound of thunder,
that brings deafness to my ears.
As it begins to rain harder and harder,
I get a distorted vision.
As fast as the wind changes direction,
my mind changes decisions.
A storm that destroys everything in it's path,
You could say it's a hurricane.
Paths uncontrollable and unpredictable,
a storm no man can contain.
Destruction and mayhem,
are all that's left behind.
This storm's name was Love,
and the devastation is left on my mind.
Written from Mayo Correctional Institution
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