This droning state

In this droning state
I dwell and can't vacate,
I stay enraged and empty..
emotions inflamed and a plenty,
can't see straight through this turmoil
with my blood boiling
 and my moods merging,
I'm indulging in my misery
 and the mystery..

My mind is the sky
on a long summer night,
occasionally clear and still with
no motions to make
 or thoughts to think..
other times it's tense and the air is thick
with storms swarming
and chaos abounding..
I don't wish to be sounding as if
I dismiss these disasters surrounding
in fact I dig deeper within when
walking through weariness
and overwhelming situations..
my " trials and tribulations"
no matter the levels of mayhem
and lunacy lingering
we still share our smiles
while we can..
the soul demands
we must exist hand in hand
to trust and lift each others
seemingly damned and doomed
spirits with no more room for
senseless sorrow and shame...