Relief

I had a feeling all along.
That something is wrong.
A wayward hiccup.
It's all messed up.
Like a raging tide.
Or a whirlwind inside.
It lashes around.
I hear it resound.
Like the gong of a bell.
Not that I can tell.
I'm caught up in lies.
Even I'm able to realize.
Rebuilding is a worthless endeavor.
I'm more broken than ever.
Shattered like a vase.
All over the place.
My suffering flows.
The heartless wind blows.
This unbearable pain.
Gives me a migraine.
I wish to be free.
But I don't have the key.