The Maelstorm

There are moments when the world rushes past me and I cannot focus on what is going on as my internal emotional war is raging


Standing still I feel wind whipped,
pulled and tugged, prodded and poked,
the roaring grinds me down and rubs me raw.
my ears ring catching words in isolation,
whispered and shouted I hear them all,
slapped by icy anger, the wind knocked out of me.
Trapped inside the storm there is no way out.
The heat of desire, desolation of rejection
Stabs of jealousy, the ripping of my flesh from sarcastic retorts
the gouging of my body from childish taunts or petulant outbursts
All I want is to be free of it all, I cannot stand the pain