A high pitched shriek
Louder than the strike of thunder
Descending upon me
Mountains tumbling
And collapsing to the sight
Of the internal cluster
My insides turning against each other

Revolted by myself
And for myself
A swift change of winds
A zeal of attitude
And of life

Succumbing to the zest of being
Devastated for not seeing
What existing is all about so early
But it’s never too late
For life never waits for anyone
And I won’t wait for it anymore.