Something is stirring from deep within;
My hands are shaking.
My body is quaking.
A storm is brewing beneath my skin.
Like a dormant volcano inactive for years;
The pressure is building.
The air is chilling.
Threatening to erupt are my deepest fears.
The explosion, by nature, is cruel and relentless;
The screams are shattering.
The tremors are battering.
The victim, my spirit, is weak and defenseless.
The screaming hushes and the shaking stills;
My soul is hollowed.
Then darkness follows.
Hauntingly silent, my loneliness kills.
Back to dormancy, I quiet once more;
The smoke clears.
Dried are the tears.
How long it will last, I cannot be sure.
I cannot be sure.
-b.m.
