The Thought sends north winds through my soul,
Stacks cumulonimbus in my head.
Its lightning strikes behind my knees,
Its thunderous punches leave me dead.

The Thought tears fissures in my heart,
Its heaving earthquakes throw me down.
Tsunamis pound my breath away.
My spirit drains into the ground.

The Thought's a forest fire, engulfing.
The Thought's an iceberg, getting near.
The Thought I cannot linger on.
The Thought is now persistent fear.

The Thought is A and love and B.
I think it but I can't confide.
I cannot think beyond The Thought,
Where all the signs say suicide.