In the distance they rumble

A myriad of grays and shapeless

Forms echoing forward

Engrossed

In thick foreshadowing fog

A stampeding, rising tempest

In the horizon

Hunting, distracting, mesmerizing

I feel I am not anymore

Never here, never there

Memorial winds

Engulfing, corrupting

Mind or amicable

Enemy or sanity

Neither is safe

Failure regrets everything

As everything regrets failure

Fuck. I know it well.

In the eye of a storm

Respite can be found

But one could never be more wrong

As illusions live as they abound

A place where I am trapped

A place I cannot escape

A voice that speak in me in tongues

Alas a torment.