Ocean Storm

Deep in the confines of my mind
is where I go to fester, to unwind.
But the sea, it's getting worse.
The storm inside me is raging.
A great eye stares down at me
from the clouds.
The flaming sword and that quiet
beach come back to my vision.
Lightning calls to its brother,
Descend upon him!
A great thunder fills my chest,
I am about to explode.
I can feel it in my being.
The storm is about to be let free.
The storm I try to hold, to keep
packed away.
In the ocean it lies, like a shark
waiting for a chance to attack.
Festering, brewing...scheming.
Is this what Father spoke of?
The ocean in all of its madness?
The sea in all of its anger?
The river in all of its strength?
In the eye of the storm now, that
eye is now bigger than ever, staring
down at me from the clouds.
For now, there is peace. But soon,
the storm will escape, and I will be
powerless to stop it.