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.
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