Hell is a Swirling Sea

 In a furious frenzy

 Like a Cat trying to catch its own tail

 No beginning; no ending

 Just circles and circles 

 That revolve in a never ending cycle

 I  desperately try hard 

 To dive below the circles

 But I am caught in the cross current

 Of Thoughts bubbling 

 Like fishermen’s floats

 Cast in a Choppy Sea

 I can’t seem to penetrate

 The inner sanctum 

 That has withdrawn into a tortoise shell

 This cyclic thought process

 Has me in a search

 For a way out of this tumultuous hell

 The only way out

Of this disarming distraction

 Is indeed yet another distraction

 So I try to think of things

 But I am not really there 

 Because at the back of my mind

 Is the endless bubbling 

 Of unfinished thought

 Churning furiously in a vacuous state