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The Storm

The Storm

A Poem by Odonko-ba

I can hear a voice in the distance
echoing off the far corners of my mind 
and with the intensity of thunder
it comes and it goes 
and each time it gets louder
I try to run away
but there is no escaping the storm 
trapped within my head
agonizing torture 
unrelenting pain 
the storm has risen
less the rain 
what have I've done God 
God what have I've done 
to receive such pain and punishment
contemplating suicide 
in search of a gun
if this is my hell
then life isn't worth living
flashes of the past 
lighting with a storm 
have spawned a tornado
and it's causing me great harm 
driving me mad
driving me insane
driving me to the edge 
with gun
in hand.

© 2016 Odonko-ba

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Added on January 17, 2016
Last Updated on January 17, 2016
Tags: pain, lost, heartache, suicide



Houma, LA

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