A pen in my hand and a tornado in me,
I am unable to control its vigour.
Words come out in mumble,
Thoughts all unclear, trying to get a grip of reality.
I don’t recognise myself,
Or dreams that once used to be.
My eyes are open, my body awake,
But somewhere in a slumber my soul is yet asleep.
I search for a sign, something to connect,
What was to be and what has become of me.
I try to scream and wake up again,
But my voice seems to be a distant memory.
Feels like I am caught in a nightmare,
Trying to wake up and break free,
Looking for that one straw to cling to,
Before the tornado within destroys me.
