I'm trapped.
In a room with walls, floating in a calm and gentile pond.
Then the clouds approach.
It starts as a drizzle, the rain
An abstract idea, a thought in the back of my mind.
Not quite there, but it grows viciously in size.
And then the storm approaches.
It turns into rain, pouring down
Then the thunder and the lightning and suddenly I'm in the sea
And the waves are getting bigger and bigger.
And they keep crashing.
Tossing and turning
Continuing in their vicious tirade.
I'm trapped.
Floating in the storm.
And suddenly
It stops, and I'm back to where I was before, with the rain and the thunder and the lightning.
And then it's a drizzle.
And then I'm back again, floating in the pond, back to reality.
I think I'm fine,
But in my mind,
I never really escaped.
