Mayhem,

Sometimes it washes over me like an ocean wave
Sometimes it rolls over me like a slow freight train
Sometimes it crushes me with its sheer volume
Sometimes it ignores everyone but me
Sometimes it ambushes me
Sometimes it darts past me to visit my friends, my loved ones
Sometimes it makes it clear that I know no way to stop it
Sometimes it comes in small packages, small amounts
Sometimes it swarms me with a not too delicate touch
It makes its presence known; not sometimes! always.