Lonely souls

Gone

As I sit in the warmth 

 After the never ending storm

I reflect on my feelings

This sadness of being 

A chaotic inner peace

Of waves and gruesome beasts

Confusion of emotions

A ticking bomb, an explosion

I sense the death 

As I lay in bed

Of a part of me

I cannot seem to perceive

I acknowledge my soul

I sense my mind as cold

As I am feeling so deeply small

In what is known as all

I cannot explain

Nor can I grasp this pain

Lingering silently

Pulled by gravity

The reflection

Of my obsessions

With curiosity 

I question , I believe

How my existence

is of sufferance

of happiness

and emptiness

Of ups and downs

And loud burning sounds

With a quiet despair

And a strong will to repair

Before this insanity

Forigves my sanity 

And brings me beyond

Away and gone