the winds

I am surrounded by winds
these winds come from everywhere
at all times there is no lettting up
they never stop continually moving
me in all directions at once with chatter
that bombards my mind with fragmented
thought and direction I cannot tune out so
I listen and spin out of control again, only to
find myself in another strange place for a moments
peace and then they speak again and I am off
please please let the winds die down so my toremented
soul may be at rest for a few brief moments