Cyclonical am I

Cyclonical am I

A wealth of emotions all felt in one

hate, a burning deep seated hate

regret, overwhelming and smothering

sadness, the kind that drowns me, leaving me breathless

hope is this an emotion?

Is this worth holding on to?

Faith is this an emotion?

Is this worth having?

Hope is not for me, one of the hopeless

one who had hoped one to many times in life

faith this is not a luxury afforded to me

all past belief, faith if you like, was stripped from me

stripped through betrayal, torn away from my very bosom

leaving me empty, barren, dry and desolate

no oasis to be found here in this dry, solitary dessert

that is this abandoned, scarred soul of mine

my emotions are as the forces of nature

sometimes sunny, serene and peaceful

yet can get cold and windy

they can also turn into storms with a violence

equivalent to the worst storm ever brewed

when this does occur, leave me be

let me stand free to let forth my torrential outpour

for it does not often happen this way

usually its the sunny and serene, which seem to stay

until all emotions boil, bubble and threaten to erupt into a crucible

of feelings, unexpressed pain, anger and sorrow

but worry not for I will be back to normal tomorrow

Wont’ I?