The I of the Storm
Cyclonic winds howl between my ears
The tornado bouncing off
The walls of my decapitated head
It’s all spinning with furious speed
Hurling feelings as if bricks and bombs
Frenzied rage and outrage
Way beyond the brink of sanity
Not knowing how to slow it down
Yet I am the I of the storm
And have to find a way
To grab the rudder
And bring me back to shore
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on November 23, 2018 for contest THE I OF THE STORM sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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