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 peace

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.