The storms brewing up a big downpour
Odd encounter with the inside of my skull
Cranium matter knocking at my soul
The waves batter violently, nausea, ad nauseum
Takes control, Lost to an apathy a listless inner
Sanctum possessed, crawled like a beetle
in gestation, worm-holed larvae, no rhyme
No reason strikes to the far reaches, inside,
calling my name outloud, small little voices,
drown, drown, drown this storms battering like rams
swinging hammers, pounding viciously
At the gray matter.
@Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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The Artist From The Inside Out 
Love this piece! It resonates.
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Thank you Tara, glad you liked it, but hopefully you don’t feel as I did when I wrote it 🤢
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Well I don’t know exactly how you felt… but as I read it, it definitely took me back to some points in my life. I actually wrote something along the same lines, in my style, a couple years ago, which yours reminded me of.
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Awesome, I’m happy it sparked some emotion and memory in you . Thanks for stopping by and giving some commentary my friend , much appreciated .
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Fabulously observed poetry
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