OctPoWriMo: Whirlpool

Poetry Prompt: In honor of my week of feeling overwhelmed, I challenge you to write into your feelings of overwhelm; when you feel it, how you feel it, what happens when you feel it, and what you do about it.

Word Prompts: swamp, submerge, engulf, bury, deluge, flood, inundate

Poetic Form: Ballad

This has to be one of the harder new forms that I have tackled. I visit shadow poetry often and this one I have looked at repeatedly. Usually I just continue on. I am glad that Morgan made me try it. It has rhyme and meter and together HOO BOY!! But the topic was perfect. I have felt overwhelm and ready to pack it in, so I am more than confidant that I can managed this poem. I hope you enjoy it Dear Readers, also I hope it doesn't stress you out it is is too accurate.

OctPoWriMo is a month long poetry challenge, 31 poems in 31 days. Come and see what everyone has been writing at the Blog Hop.

From MorgueFile

Whirlpool

Its like a whirling of the wind

spinning around your head

and at once masking all that veils,

a deluge to be bled.

A monster that resides within

starting to claw without

to distract you from the daily

twirling dance of the doubt.

Its like a whirling of the wind

spinning around your head

and at once masking all that veils,

a deluge to be bled.

Upon your feet you stand erect

while the mental demons 

who have awoken with the storm

begin now to hasten.

Its like a whirling of the wind

spinning around your head

and at once masking all that veils,

a deluge to be bled.

Their dance engulfs you in a pit

where the flood levels rise

moments before you were alive

only to ask the whys.

Its like a whirling of the wind

spinning around your head

and at once masking all that veils,

a deluge to be bled.

You, in darkness when the storm falls

feeling sometimes swamped and 

at a loss for a breath

that you have swallowed sand. 

Its like a whirling of the wind

spinning around your head

and at once masking all that veils,

a deluge to be bled.

Afterward, there is nothing left

just alone and afraid

as the dancing storm is finished

and all you feel is frayed.