Thoughts like a tornado
A turbulence of attention
A storm of ideas
Circling through his mind
Like wind cluttered debris
New Orleans after Katrina
Darkness before the rain
A Whirlwind of reflection

Actions
Words
Places
Times
a bodyless lifeform
Always changing
Always moving
Always present

Memories play through his brain
Swirling thoughts
Overbearing Confusion
Like a beating drum
Separated from reality
Distant from the truth
Trapped in his mind
Stuck on a lie

A single tear runs down his cheek
A silent sob pulses through him
His vision flashes towards the ground
Nervous hands shake violently
Cold metal sits in his palm
His joyous emancipator
No more thoughts
No more pain

A twisted idea of freedom
The wrongful belief in the truth
A sinister faith in release
Eradication of all hope
Destruction of optimism
Lost in a fool’s paradise
His mind is made up
There is no other way
No longer crying.
He is bullied no more.
He controls his own fate
A clearing of consciousness
The storm is gone
The sky has cleared
The light is nearing
Freedom is upon him.

His left hand rises
Eyelids shut tight
His fingers twitch
He licks dry lips
knuckles crack
He scratches an itch
Serenity sets in
The pulls the trigger

The hammer slams down
Fire leaps at his chin!
The emancipator drops
He slumps in his chair
As his rescuer hits the floor
His eyes roll back
While a crimson pool collects
And everything is silent

He does not find freedom like this
This is not emancipation.
He was wrong about faith.
Where was his hope?
He did not see serenity
He had lost contact with truth
Because this was not a solution
And this is not freedom