State of mind

My mind is like a tornado always going in circles, with winds really high, taking down all I have inside. I hold on with all my might, while my soul is getting raped. I crash and get bruise as my heart inflates.

I reach out my hand as the storm dies down, crawling like a baby with no one around. Simpleminded to nonexistence pulling at the ear, I refuse to give up so I stand without fear.

Loneliness and tired, pains and aches; I ask for guidance no matter how hard it gets. Tears flowing like a fountain splashing to the floor, I walk away silentily waiting for more.