The emotions inside of me are clawing free streaming out of my mouth in a twisted mournful wail Piercing the night air with their cries
Their soulless voices begging to be heard As I try to stuff them back from whence they came but they are too powerful, built up from years of neglect. Demanding to be heard where I want them to be or not.
Their Rage and their pain sail through the night, leaving tears and agnoy, Shaking shoulders and hollowed chests
nothing can stop them now.
The title of this poem I got from a line in the song BREAKDOWN by a band names PROSPECT HILL