Vortex

I don't like being alone.
It leaves a hole in my heart
That fills itself with
All the pain I've ever felt
And every negative thought
My overactive imagination has.

Then they mix together.
The pain and thoughts I hate
Swirl and mingle creating
A black vortex that sucks
At my heart with bitting
Winds that consume all I feel.

Next they migrate.
From my heart the vortex rips
It's way south to the pit
Of my stomach where my soul resides
And it doesn't stop; restless
It swirls tornado winds within me.

And it won't go away.
After it creates a path of havoc
In my heart, it takes on the core
Of my being, to seek
To feed off the lonely mated soul
That barely lives; that waits for you.