IT SEETHES
From the eye of calm it seethes,
The feelings are muted in confusion.
Numbness is slowly lifting, to let it in.
The change minute in it's slow rise.
From the eye of calm it seethes,
The storm is beginning to brew.
Fear begins to pull at the senses,
The calm dissipating into the warning.
From the eye of calm it seethes,
From calm to fear, to burning pain.
Anger, confusion and hurt take control.
The fire is exploding into full burn.
From the eye of the storm it's lost,
All sense of control gone in the fire.
Death of stability of emotions.
Fighting but is loosing game.
DOC DYR
WITHIN THE EYE OF CALM
TINY TEDDY
By doc_dyr
© 2008 doc_dyr
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