The mist of the storm overtakes me,
whirling wind,
circles,
bubbles,
foam and waves,
I’m drowning,
gasping for air,
desperate for another breath,
I don’t want to die,
I need to see the world,
I can’t go under,
struggling to stay afloat,
its confusing,
its a whirlpool I’m in,
its violent turbulence is shaking me up,
its thrashing my tormented body up and down,
its ruthless waves come crashing down onto my aching sores,
its sharp mist slaps my face like a razor,
so sharp,
so painful,
so confusing.