Finding peace in a hurricane,
Like a pin in a haystack
An anchor inefficient to maintain equilibrium.

The mind in turmoil,
Flailing to grasp the tranquility,
Keeps falling in the swampy pit of despair.

Screams of help echoing in the body,
Mouth tightly shut,
Not a sigh coming out.

Every breath a struggle,
Every breath a battle,
Loneliness clinging the chest.

Fear rules the mind,
Trust an unknown entity.
Death and gore a constant in life.

Eyes searching for life,
Heart yearning for love,
Arms stretched out ready for a hug.

Where's the exotic flower of humanity?
Has it been already wiped out of the earth?
Or, is it hiding for its own life?