It is sluggish
Ugly in origin
Slinking through shadows
Darting past those
who wish to see
To analyze
To fix

It brews in cauldrons
(Too deep for this purpose)
Bubbles over containment
(Too shallow to contain)
The blatant rush of feeling
The uninhibited emotional *****
That rushes forth
As if the mind had not
Created walls
as dams

It rushes over
Tearing down cement founded reasonings
Burshing away thick forests
Full of wide trunked friendships
As easily as a wave
crushes the sandcastle
causing a child
to cry

Then comes the howling
The abyss
The vacuum
Consuming all left in wreckage
Claiming the bitter leftovers
Of a greater storm

And thus the Tsunami
Becomes the Maelstrom