The rain crawled inside my skin,
pebbles appeared on the forearm,
distress was the reward.
The rain crawled, crawled,
head was like an out-of-control train
a disaster lurched at every bend.
Concentration was lost in the wind
as a child dreams of summer vacation,
the desk had had a tornado.
Mouth spits forth a conversation,
out of controlled thoughts run on into the air
visiting the world.
On the brink of doing harm,
all that was to be made-
A racing mind has caused the end.
Copyright Denise A White