• What thoughts have I that swirl like wind,
    Rising and crashing with such violent demand;
    These invisible intruders so devilishly bent,
    Warping and diluting with illicit command;
    Have I languidly entered this storm by chance,
    Blindly wandered with fervor into madness;
    Fatefully suspended within my own conveyance,
    Entranced by the dance of chaos and severance.
    What ground holds me that trembles such,
    Quaking and fluent against raging sprites;
    From what grasp have I released my touch,
    To twist so easily from some emoted entice;
    With great lunacy have I indulged my mind,
    To writhe and resign at common occurrence;
    Within these invisible walls I become confined,
    Safely protected from crashing intruders' defiance.
    How beastly these storming thoughts be,
    Scratching and searing with cruel delusions;
    Fragmented debris that linger and tease,
    So paralyzing this mental flux full of confusions;
    Intensely apprehensive I weather this storm,
    Anticipating and patiently waiting my release;
    Worn from the silent onslaught that formed,
    How devious these tempestuous emotions be.