Hurricane of the Eye
Illustration by Titirat M
The storm that never touches skin,
The fire that comes from deep within,
The rage that's locked inside your walls,
The tears, trapped; waiting to fall.
Harsh feelings, all pent up, worn thin
Fester into an awful din.
A test for you, and you alone,
A curse, to prove you're on your own.
That hot fury, not quite put out?
Don't let it come out and about.
Control is what you love to lack;
Cards of hope against you are stacked.
When good meets bad and goes awry,
When inner truths begin to lie,
Then shines bright, like suns plucked from skies;
The bitter-sweet Hurricane of the Eye.