The Input And Output

It is as though
I am passing through
a storm.

I feel being ambushed
the winds and rains
confine me .

An experience I have
never undergone,
a bit crucial.

The heart pounds
as the rains rage
with a vengeance.

The shiver down
the adrenaline
knocks me down

like the hurricane
dashing on the
window panes.

I sense an exasperation,
a throw out, a deceit
somewhere behind,

encompasses, places
me in a situ, a dilemma,
The winds blow unabated,

hard to regain composure
I watch the external fury in fear
while the internal tears me apart.