Adrift at sea, no rudder,
on a steadfast course to nowhere.
The water like glass..flat and still,
Nothing stirs in the disturbing calm.
I don’t know how to weather this
I don’t know how to breathe
I want my mind’s tossed wilderness
of endless stormy seas.
When in the eye of the storm
I fear for what may come
I see for miles flat nothing
but I know that this is wrong
I am deceived by the listless float
lulled by the lack of wind
All around maybe peaceful now
while unrest and rage deepens within
I am up and down and all around,
fear not my feelings rule
It’s when I am sitting in the calm
I’m scared of darkness pull..
It’s never the end
there is no end
it;s only the eye of the storm..
It’s peaceful calm and soothing
But here my mind is torn