Daily Hurricane

i string together several moments and call it a day,
as i watch yesterday's pain circle the drain-
reality rushes into this empty brain...
I call it my daily hurricane.
hurry I am late!
Anxiety cannot wait to fill the space left vacant,
this visceral experience i am afraid leaves me naked,
So I fake it, delay it, hoping you do not see that i am broken...
I call it my daily hurricane.
I worry in vein!
but worry without change is a cage,
I call it a phase.. I will call it anything as I try and escape,
but i know that my fate is to remain..
so I must find the center of this crazy hurricane.