18/8/2016 A poem about feeling insignificant and weak
I can feel the void calling me...
...feel it or hear it?
It reaches inside and pulls me closer.
It draws me, like an angler reels a fish,
I fight it but my struggles are in vain.
I am a solitary straw in a tornado...
The winds rush around my ears,
drowning all thoughts, smothering resistance.
At the whim of forces far greater than myself.
Self-determination is an imagination.