An Island

We cried ourselves a hurricane

a storm of vague emotion

the pain confused alone

that’s it isn’t it

the feeling

alone

are we?

sure feels like it

i explode in my storm

the eye nonexistent

forever spinning soaking wet

wind pushing and pulling

ripping my skin my emotion

out from my chest but

doesn’t everyone feel this way

the same stories over and over

the storm of vague emotion

the pain confused alone

some say each person’s an island

so work to build bridges

everyone has cried themself a hurricane

one would think that together

we would only destroy ourselves

but somehow

somehow

together we don’t need the storm