The Tempest

Again and again

I hear the wind moan

Around my ears,

Wailing to warn me

Again and again.

It grows more intense,

Echoing, warping

Into my own screaming

Again and again.

--

Again and again

I feel the cold rain

Like so many needles

Stabbing, to freeze me

Again and again.

It forces itself

So sharply and cruelly

Into my veins

Again and again.

--

Again and again

I see the lightning,

The thunder that follows,

Roaring, to slash me

Again and again.

It strikes out in anger,

So ruthless; destructive;

Inside my head

Again and again.

--

Again and again,

I sense I am falling

Into thick Fog

Attempting to claim me

Again and again.

It's numb and familiar -

I've fallen before

I know I will fall

Again and again.