The Silent Ones

I wrote this poem on a piece of paper a while back and as I went thru my stuff found it thought I'd post it. Whatcha think. Life as a writer

I love when the storm approaches

Tornado rises killing of people like roaches

Better, is it like the scorching sun?

Or bloody moon shot with the sun's gun

Out of the ashes the Phoenix rises

Cool, what about the dragon that burned the city?

What about the mountain that erupted?

What about the weak?

The poison washes and I'm better than yesterday

That's why I won't learn because better is pain

Heavy is yolk but lighter in the chain

Some of the darkness is hard to explain

I'm loving the hurt hating the heat

I'm blazing in glory as death comes for me

Reality is gory the normal is boring

My only excitement is beating death in mornings

Going to war all night always the same story

I stay cool, so y'all ignore me

It's art so y'all applaud me

I'm imploding killing myself softly

Your recognition lures me, back to death, it ends gory