Words can do little,
Little to describe
These feelings,
But alas I make do
And try my hardest,
To impart to you
The turmoil inside,
Inside of me and my being.
These feelings that rise
Up from my chest,
From the pit of stomach.
They weigh down,
Down on my shoulders
Like anchors from
The ship of death.
They pull me down,
Like chains thrown
By the devil,
Latched on my ankles and neck,
Pulling on me like
A thousand screaming,
Burning souls just
Begging for retribution
But with no one
To smite with vengeance.
They scream at air,
Gasping for revenge.
These feelings,
They burn me like fire,
Fire from a dragon,
Searing my skin,
Turning my entire existence,
Into a pile of ash,
Devoid of meaning
Or purpose.
The way that these feelings
Affect me,
My insides turn and swirl,
Like a tornado
On an empty plain,
Trying to destroy,
But only tossing dust.
I am forever changed,
And you are not.
Walk a mile in my shoes,
And drown in the depth.