Forlorn

All is calm
On the surface
The undercurrents though
Are in turmoil

Naked to all
But the discerning eye
Clueless to all
But the sagacious mind

Calmness and control
Rule the day
When one is
In the vicinity of others

When darkness sets in
When the quiet creeps in
When the stillness saunters in
The floodgates open

Rawness envelopes
Shivers wreck through
As wave after wave
Crash onto shore

Anger, disappointment, sadness
The aggregation of vexation
Transposes into glistening jewels
That fall in a tempest of ferocity

Feeble the mind is
Weak the will is
Vacuous the heart is
And tired the physique is

As the much elusive slumber
Slowly finds the being
Yes, slumber brings forth
Much needed respite and escape