Red In The Morning

Red In The Morning

His mind is like the ocean
A churning sea of thoughts
Headaches become hurricanes
The wind the fights he's fought
Lightning bolts for anger
Thunder for his fear
Clouds become confusion
With raindrops for the tears
Shores are his supporters
Whitecaps, calamities
And sunken ships upon the floor
Remnants of sanity

...So, uh... I had to write a poem for school and decided to post it. Um... thanks for reading! Leave a review; concrit would be nice...