Dark Clouds

Dark clouds
gathering on the inside of my mind
I see them off in the distance
shifting and taking form...

I feel cold winds upon my neck
inside my seasons have changed
Yet I...feel ill prepared.

Somehow I thought I was ready
knowing how  my bio rhythms
tip me off to a bout of pending
depression...

Yet this...hit like a fluke
snow storm ....in April.
As I am covered in the numbing
pain of emotion...and exsistance
fighting to balance the importance
of both...

My thoughts begin there dance
tumbling and churning like
a tornado inside of me
past present, and future
all colliding ...
sending rivulets of cold

"I dont give a fuck" attitude
into my blood stream..
making it impossible for me
to protect myself from this storm.

Knowing that I can only save myself
Buspar, Zoloft,nor Depokote can save me
Well...
I guess its time to roll
another joint.