Life inside the storm

I am forced to fight silent battles where my dreams speak to no one but me They roam my head while trapped in mazes of reality and the rain pours only on my pillows The storm rages on Out of the teacup into the skies where wars rage between clouds and wind Forces battle it out and the sun remains oblivious to the brewing storm It will not subside These tears will lose They will weep defeat as Thunder rehearsals pulsate through my veins taunting slumber to surrender to capsules of heat to balance cold nights until they crave the discos of lightening Restless are these heavens when clouds collide into musical thunderstorms unleashing swollen eyes on eroded dreams To me, there is no spring I jump from summers’ burns to autumns, parched I long for rainbows to summon the spring for whites to soften the red of roaring rivers raging to the mouth I dream that yellow smiles will warm frosty blues and wipe the sniffling noses before their contents plunge into eternities of uncertainty In this dream slumber sucks me into bland browns of Seroquil norms Spring does not visit this part of the world Years are smashed into quarters that can’t be pieced together I move from the North pole to the Equator travelling at the speed of light And Sadly my journey is silent the stars are hidden in my mouth The moon takes refuge in my clouds And the storm rages from the skies into my teacup