MY M.E. STORM

MY M.E. STORM

 

I can feel the storm clouds forming

All around my head

I should have stopped my ‘doing’

And rested more instead.

 

The soft patter of the raindrops

That turn into a thud

As my mind it slows as the downpour grows

Turning every thought to mud.

 

My scrambled brain

Is like thundering rain

I cower from the merest light

Like a laser beam, that noxious stream

Makes me hide from its line of sight

 

The wind gathers pace

As it reaches my face

It locks my jaw in jail

Words cannot be formed

Nerve ends are stormed

In a batter of blistering hail.

 

The rumble of thunder

Soon drives me under

My senses are now so inviting,

The noise of a page, as it turns, causes rage

Like being hit by a bolt of lightning.

 

The darkening skies, have closed my eyes

Caused my limbs to spasm

From thought to deed,

My body concedes

Is forged an unbridgeable chasm.

 

Can’t take in the spoken word

Just makes no sense, so absurd

Simple chat I have to concede

Rolls over me, like tumbleweed.

 

Not just tiredness,

Not just fatigue,

This is in a different league

These storms are causing me to drown

I can feel my body closing down.

 

I know in time the sun will shine

We’ll see the shoots of Spring

But a wind of change is what we need

To help us beat this thing.

 

We won’t go under,

Without causing some thunder

A volcano of hot angry fire

We’ll rise as one voice,

making some noise

Awareness is what we desire.

 

I know that together,

We can change this bad weather

So let’s be in it as one

Let’s keep up the fight, with all of our might

And we’ll enjoy our day in the sun.

 

By Bill Clayton

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