SILENT CYCLONE
A silent cyclone in my head
Racing round, thoughts unwed.
Swirl, swirl, dust and pearl.
No control while they whirl.
Round and round without a sound,
Except to me: they pound and pound.
In my brain they hurl pain,
Makes me nuts. I go insane.
Never stopping, only popping,
Dust and pearls always hopping.
Bits and pieces here and there
To think means snatching dust from air.
Bing and bang, pieces scramble,
Dust and pearls all a jamble.
A silent cyclone in my head ...
...racing
......round
..........thoughts
....................unwed.
