it’s so silent, i can hear it.

It’s so soft, it hurts my ears.

i can feel the warning.

Not hear, but feel.

that’s the reason i have fear.

A wave of thunder from head to toes.

It shocks me that it makes me loose control.

It makes me download a real tear.

Not of what i’m going through,

But of what i can experience.

Imagine a person out looking up while it’s raining.

Looking around them and not finding what could help them.

that’s the way i feel.

No one points, but i still see it.

No one knows, but i just feel it.

ok, this time it doesn’t damage my ears,

But my brain.

Thinking that i have to choose wisley,

or else.

i’m in a storm not even i can see.

i call it THE WARNING.

A Thundering Whisper.