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.
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