The whipping of emotions

Just a quick poem I scribbled down last year some time

'The Whipping of Emotions'

The sand is whipping through my hair,
all around my legs, my body, my arms
I think its a storm
An unusual storm,
One which hasn't ever been experienced before

This storm is one of anger,
Of hate, of despising,
The whipping hurts,
My body and my heart
My feelings are raw with wounds
I don't think it will stop


What has made this come about?
Did I do something wrong?
Is someone I know upset?
Do they need me?
I can help, I'm good with these sort of things
Please make it stop

It is too late,
I am too hurt,
the emotions are raw with wounds
Nothing could stop it in time.
We all got wound up until we couldn't turn back.