TURBULENCE

Seething as a manhandled
Coil of dire frustration,
I lie down, prostrate
Shaking in delerium.

Foaming,chafing,
Fuming like Poseidon's wrath,
Thoughts swirling in my cranium
Like depths in turbulence

Gasping for breath
I try to bouy up
But these thoughts,like serpents,
Pull me back,push me down under.

I try to reason with the waves,
Try to make them let me be.
Its insane, i cant bear it anymore
These turbulences, these tempests.

Life, as frames, pass
In front of my dreary eyes
Broken, shaded frames
Torn and sheared with these disturbances.

But i find one frame,
Just one frame left,
Clear, untouched by this madness.
The day I drew my first breath.