Poetry

All-consuming

My mind is muddled
the words won’t flow
too many emotions
all in one go

It feels like a whirlpool,
a vortex of sorts
where thoughts gather
to vanish or distort

It’s like the forest
where amidst the trees
the branches entangle
with every little breeze

It’s an angry ocean
with tumultuous waves
smashing me face-down,
making me its slave

How do I tame this
when I cannot control
the feelings and thoughts
consuming my soul

© Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (26 September 2018)

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