Tempest of the Mind

Tempest of the mind
Something internal snaps
A rogue wave of emotion
overcomes and consumes
the current is tearing at the senses
reality has begun to erode
Its slipping
Everything slipping
I think I’m slipping
Sense has become uprooted
there is no escape from the cage
when you are the cage
Why is the water foggy?
the undertow is taking me away
I let go.





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