Rapids

Forces and currents,

Of turmoil and storm,

Streams of anger,

Ages of wrath

Isolate me in the center,

Centered in my heart,

The calmness flows

Flows slower than the rapids

Rapids that want me breathing

But just barely, so barely 

I'm almost dead, dead to 

The world around, yet 

Alive in the cruelest sense

Sense the shifts from side 

To side, that shift my mind

From the focus of life

Focusing my thoughts,

Through torture that's nice,

 On immaterial garbage

Garbage that floats in the rapids

Rapids that want me dead,

Death by river,

Current or stream

Rapids shift,

Rapids in my dreams

-Poem Fanatic