Soaring ............to........

You  .you   ,  You  .well you  .......

I can't stand it 

sometimes it rises up just like a storm  ,a storm that comes with a powerful rage

A rage   that grips the sides of my soul ,

while I'm writhing and twisting  ,trying to  let go .

I try to come back from it's terrible grip' the floating  is now driving to let itself known  .

I'm coming to surface 

with eyes of fear   , my arms are  waving and trying to break through 

the feeling s of hatefulness rise as as I wake  ,because now I know what's coming in the light of the

dawn.

My headaches have started ,the sickness is here.   .