Mind Storm

Years ago in a mind far and deep, 

There was a brain that just could not stand sleep;

So this brain thought up something dark and dreary,

Something oh so eerie,

Something guaranteeing me to wake up in fright;

Oh, I knew I wouldn’t make it through the night;

Chasing me, a tornado of red,

So quickly, I fled

From the pool, I ran to my home;

Now is not the time to roam;

Almost made it to my safe location,

My eyes, on the storm shelter doors, have a fixation,

A little late, I hear the tornado siren’s call,

Then suddenly, in my alley, I take a fall;

With a jolt, I wake in trepidation;

All I feel is a scared sensation;

I take some deep breaths and start to calm down,

Then, I start an animal countdown:

100, 99, 98 sheep...

Soon, I go back to sleep

-AJ