Poetry archive from the mental hospital

Hide and seek with Trauma

I have always flinched at thunder
Like my brothers palm or a good morning kiss
That's why I moved to California
I packed only a stick of gum
I left my serenity on my nightstand next to a cup of tea
A great escape from the touch of my past-
A sprinting flee
Today it rained in California
The sky was sickly like my eyes
Far from soulless, it poured memories
The clouds drummed raging rhymes
Thunder follows me like a shadow