Like the tumultuous seas
Storms thunder and crack.
I am uneasy...angry
Wanting to lash out..
at the shores of existence.
There is no peace..
No escaping the onslaught.
There is no mustering of calm.
No safe harbour.
The comfort of the lighthouse..
Off, somewhere in the distance,
has dimmed.
Though I reach and search
I cannot touch it.
I'm lost.
Floundering in my own upheaval,
tossed and torn..
Scraping the rocks of lost promise..
Even sleep eludes me.
The voices will NOT stop!
The dreams that invade slumber are ceaseless,
dark and foreboding.
TIME is no friend.
And those whom I have called 'friend'
Abandon, even I.
The precipice of insanity looms before me,
but it is no less noisy with confusion.
So, I keep myself at bay..
locked in the constriction
of this troubling tornadic typhoon...
A maelstrom of thought
erodes a mountain of strength.
For there is NO good night.
No comfortable apparel of emotion to don.
I wait on the edge of nothingness,
for 'something' I cannot name,
cannot claim,
because I am afraid
it is not mine!