The Hurricane

In the eye of the hurricane,
of clamour and clangour,
of deafening din,
we stare into the distance
and try to find a focus,
a convergence, for our ruthless ruminations
to make the internal
voices, shouts, screams, and whispers
less potent and oppressive,
quieter and more distant.
Yet they seem to persist rather than perish,
sturdy survivors, vicious conquerors
that engulf us from within.

© 2019 Erna Grcic 



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