turmoil

there's a certain sense
of restlessness,
bottled up
in me.
itching to break free.
waiting to burst.
my thoughts have
lost direction.
randomness-
defines their sojourn.
visionless,
is my mind's eye.
no images
bring forth any
connection to my reality.
i fly free.
oblivious to all borders.
cascading into,
the cool waters of my lost pride.
in ashes are my flames,
of my spirited defence.
my thoughts transcend,
all colours.
drifting into an insipid space.
of  no rhyme
nor rhythm.
no music
can stir my peace within.
the strings of the past,
dont tie me anymore.
yet,what is the hold on me?
why is the turmoil still,
raging on fierce..
fearlessly??