scream(ing) storm

chadwick

you'll feel it inside
a long gone chance that hung around
each time winds break around the neck
cold black & empty
no hope has crushing volume
something like deep sea pressures ripping apart the beast

a tornado for a child is born
a son with bright changing waves
so much the internal eternal flames
where fruits & nuts dance limbs like (lost) lovers
burying rotten down in root

where fog is never lifted
this is to drift nowhere
being open does not take the reins
with sad eyes that cannot cry
cannot remember
has not been saved
but spins violently

continuous river
in depths of madness
down grasping there
blood don't bleed far
there isn't any cutting off the lies
just roaring inside

a buoy without a home
here is where we eat doves skulls
some may gut & skin their own dreams under a tree
just down far enough to be unheard
as well their own self deaf makes war iron