The Wicked Turmoil

Wicked turmoil in my head, won’t let me sleep – can’t go to bed

Thoughts afloat, images fly, I stop and wonder If I am on ground and soaring in sky

I thin string probably holding me down; must hold on to it, else I will drown

Wonder what’s keeping me in a land so far

Joys farfetched or the ache in my heart

Strange feelings creeping in from nowhere that keep me guessing

Ought to wonder and start confessing

The hold of them on me so strong

Can’t shake them off, they seem to prolong

Like a rock sitting on my shoulders, dragging me down

I can’t seem to push up, cannot seem to bounce

I wish to shake it away, and clear the fog

But the thought never leaves me, stuck like a log

It washes away the comfort and quiet

Leaving me in tumult and riot

Skies are dark and damp without a Sun

I know, I know; I am not the only one

Yet the fear is intense and dooming

Like a heartache long and looming

Why can’t the past stop haunting me now

I thought I could move on but how

Life seem to replay the scene

It’s a déjà vu, I know I have been

Surrounded with people and yet alone

Love around, yet it’s a feeling unknown

This wicked turmoil is not letting me sleep

Anytime the thoughts hit me; I weep

Please oh please give me my peace

The tranquility I desire, the contentment I seek

Leave me alone; you! malicious chaos

Please let be quiet, let me pause

To hush the loud uproar

And bring peace to my inner core