The Tempest

Swirling torment Spinning in reverse Riding waves of agony Sick and perverse Twisting and turning Losing my sight Grasping and holding With all my might Slowly losing grip On love, life and sanity Gasping for air Drowning in my abnormality Have I the strength To stand and fight Free myself from misery And find again the light? Or do I lay peaceful And take my last breath Hope that I find solace In a quick and painless death? Answers to these questions I know I shall never find In this madding violent tempest I shall forever be confined.