the hurricane

i can't think-
my mind won't stop racing in circles.
white noise growing louder and louder,
concealing reason.

a rush of panic.
blurry thought,
sharp emotion.

it's rising up inside of me,
overwhelming me,
overpowering me.

i can't do this.

a weak frame-
whisked away
by the gentle breeze,
tormented inside
by the hurricane.