Brainstorm
A synaptic wind blows
Through the empty spaces
Shoving clouds across mind’s sky
Like a playground bully
Not the wispy, white laced
But the thick and darkening
Filled with an acidic rain
That burns away the neurons
Deluge puddles random woes
Disperses anything light
Flooding the grey matter
Forcing good downstream
Hope sits wet and withered
Like a stray dog under a porch
Shaking, shivering, cold and tired
Leashed to thoughts, no escape
And constant pains drip
From the eaves of the hemispheres
Humid with deceit and fear
Leaving a soggy soul
Lightning sears the nerves
Smell of burnt wishes sting
Each flash reveals from the dark
A ghastly and conscious creature
Love lies face down in the mud
Drown by monsoon of minutia
Lungs filled with muck and misfortune
Life is washed out to sea
commonsensiblyspeaking 
While the visualizations and feelings brought forth by your words are quite uncomfortable, this poem is extremely well-written in order to bring those visualizations and feelings so quickly and efficiently to the surface! Great job!
The dark is always a little scary, but without it how would we recognize the light. Thank you for all your love and support!
wonderful imagery; I can picture that poor dog shivering under the steps…
Thanks, Jim!
Very powerfully descriptive.
Thank you, Ms. G!
I was searching through some of your older works and found this tremendously well written poem which I really felt in touch with. Great work my friend! Must search deeper into your posts to continue to find such treasures!
Well, it has been a year and half since I returned to my blog, so there is plenty in the archives to amuse yourself with. Thanks for all the support, my friend!
My pleasure Brad.