The Devil in the Wind

Sometimes I fall, and it seems easier just to fall than to climb back up. Because when I fall, I feel free. I feel as though I can fly, but I can't. I simply fall so fast and hard that everything starts spinning, rushing, and there's no time to think, I get sucked into the storm and then spit out at the brink. And coming to my senses is often too late. I lose everything. Everything I worked so hard to gain, everything about myself, all my efforts in vain. And the pain of losing it all is not worth the high I obtained. Shame, guilt, anger and madness feed me till I'm full, As I self-reproach and surrender to the pull. As the storm calls me like the devil in the wind. A perpetual loop from beginning back to end.