It all Starts with Buzzing

Poem I wrote after a strange experience some time back

It begins with loud noise and buzzing inside.

      Overwhelming. Agonizing.
      Trying to hang on
      But wanting to let go.

Everything is suspicious and violently opposed.

I curse the porch, and the deck,
And this “fucking pen”.

  Until I realize that everything is at peace,

                                                  Except me.

                              And then suddenly…

                                        All is peaceful.