Sandstorm

What I feel like with stress sometimes.

 My life is like a storm.

Dust and dirt,

endlessly swirling,

endlessly turning.

The sandstorm hides all,

makes all disappear,

makes all go dark.

The darkness creeps up on me.

The storm,

it brings so much noise.

Drowning in the whistling.

Drowning in the screaming.

I can’t see.

I can’t hear.

I can’t feel.

I can’t breathe.

It’s all going dark.

Reviews

[Khaaki]

beautiful... short but powerfull

[Bella-Marie]

This is a 100% piece, for sure. I adore this. It is so short, yet so devastatingly powerful. I would make just one tiny change, first line: my life is like a storm. You should change it to my life is like a SANDstorm, because then we can 1. make the connection between the title and the writing and 2. because I was thinking you were talking about a thunderstorm (even after reading the title!!!) and was therefore confused. However, I still can't stop LOVING this amazing piece. Keep this sort of work up. :)