After 7:00 am.

a short, brief poem of the morning after seven am.

After seven in the morn

the sky starts to warn us

of something more than 

ourselves.

The wind whips and blows

strong like a hurricane

unable to slow down for

anyone.

If anyone knows how to

cope with depression

dont be pressing my

already worn buttons.

A nervous wreck having

to cope all alone and

my head explodes.

Heavy and scary the wind

presses me up against the 

wall, unaware of what 

tomorrow holds.

Reviews

[Krystal Nicole]

Very well put together and beautifully written. Great job!!

[panic suicide XD]

For Ouciano: Thanks for the information and It was just a spare of moment thing. Did not put much thought into it. I threw it together.. Ive always been like that.
For The Warrior Poet: Yes, and the windy morning reminded me of the inner turmoil..

[The Warrior Poet]

Well, a mental tempest...

So which came first? Did the inner turmoil seem like a storm that morning or did the windy morning remind you of the inner turmoil

[OR]

For 15 years old this is a good work
But in general it lacks of some ... passion
But I like it though
PEACE