Trying to escape.
Peace absent when asleep and awake.
The storm is brewing. Intense.
Wrestling with the course of events,
That led to this moment.
The pull.
The compulsion.
Internal screams, longing to escape.
Battering the inside of the skull like debris in tornadic winds.
A pressure beyond the Fujita scale.
No category for it to be placed into.
Staggering. Needing a drink.
ANYTHING!
Stumbling to the bathroom medicine cabinet.
A pill just one pill.
Balance. Nothing stems the rides when the full moon on high.
Closing the medicine cabinet, there stands a man,
Looking haggard and worn.
Bloodshot eyes.
Face contorted in pain.
Wait.
That's not what's there at all.
A handsome young man, hopeful. Tall.
How does he smile so big?
Happily occupying his limited glass...