Raining Cats, Dogs and Syringes

There’s a hurricane in my stomach, sounds  
Of thunder pounding in my heart  
And my palms are sweating from a feverish  
Heat wave with no shade to cool off under  
It’s the same storm which raged back then  
Only now, I’m not as used to the wind  
I’m nauseous from the rapid changes in  
Temperature, pressure building in my head  
I can feel it in my teeth, this storm is a whirlwind  
Took less than a minute to suck me back in  
I’d forgotten how euphoric the hurricane is  
Just wanted to remember how bright the  
Lightning had once been, didn’t think those  
Bolts would jolt me back to life again  
And as of now, I don't yet feel defeated  
But I know I will when the fog begins clearing  
Only wanted to remember but now  
I’m trapped inside this fierce tornado,  
Holding an emptied syringe.