The Storm

The storm is raging, but the world is calm
The damage is intense but the feeling is numb
How can a whirlwind spin everything around
And yet not be able to lift you off the ground.

Take flight, O jealousy, leave me alone
Go torture one who deserves this cyclone
This disaster of a mind, this skin scrapping feeling,
You burn hopes with forest fires, unhealing.

Then when its over, take to another helpless soul
And give to him this dread of emotions untold.
For Jealousy, you are of an evil evil kind
Quit playing these unsettling games of the mind.