Sometimes I get
Overheated
And my mind
Swirls down this
Vicious path, in a
Whirlpool,
Turbulent,
Wild,
With a radius of spin
Ever decreasing,
Steadily moving in for the final drop ...
... At the last moment, I awake, and
Reach out to grip
Something, Someone,
Anything that can
Halt my
Descent.