you are the wind
of anger
and solitude,
sweeping up
everything
in your path
(like a hurricane)
you tear
and slash
at the air,
desperately trying
to devour
all that threatens
to tear you down
(like a hurricane)
you gather speed
and momentum
and there is a
turbulent grace
about you,
one that is contradictory,
yet, strikingly similar
to your appearance
(like a hurricane)
you are incomplete
without your
exterior
self destructiveness,
and you are content
with the raging war
and indecisiveness
within you
(like a hurricane)
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious
