can you not hear the thunder
building inside of me
rippling through my bones
from my feet, up my spine, to my brain
as the lightning strikes within

would that i could
i would open my mouth
and like a gramophone
this storm that rages deep inside
would be projected.

i would, but it would deafen
and it would be felt for miles
from Lands End
to John O' Groats
and it would shake this island.

you can't hear it
and i hope you never will
but if i write it here
that i have concealed it
will you listen?