A storm (poem)

Spiral upon spiral wrap round and round.

When one seems to dissapear, another one gets found.

No.. not one, not two nor three.

But millions upon millions is all you seem to see.

They dance, they tangle and fight.

Why can't one just find another way out..?

All this mess and madness when suddenly..

There's a strange calmness.

A strange calm after the fight arrives.

A numbing, painless feel that doesn't feel too real.

It's tough to decide which one could be better or worse.

The storm? or the nothing after it hurts?