Incomplete

There’s a thing you do not see

This hurricane inside of me

The few that have been close enough

Have known the angry swirl above

That’s just the edge, just the tip

Of the rage’s will to rip

But that’s not the final piece

That’s not what’s inside the beast

What scares me most takes another form

It is the calm inside the storm

Still, there is a curiosity

To know this thing inside of me…