There are days of restless worrying,
And sleepless nights of fear.
Then are days of numb oblivion
With nights of terror-filled dreams.
Like relentless waves pounding
The weakened beachhead of the shore.
Like bloodied knuckles punching
The shredded remnants of a sandbag.
This, my cycle of the
Inevitable,
Unavoidable,
Inescapable,
Unpreventable
Stirring up of the
Indescribable,
Indefinable,
Inexpressible
Anger that resides deep within
My broken soul.
Yet no one knows.
I am a calm, placid lake.
A deep and dark lake
Sitting in the mouth of an active volcano.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
There are days of restless worrying,
And sleepless nights of fear.
Then are days of numb oblivion
With nights of terror-filled dreams.
Like relentless waves pounding
The weakened beachhead of the shore.
Like bloodied knuckles punching
The shredded remnants of a sandbag.
This, my cycle of the
Inevitable,
Unavoidable,
Inescapable,
Unpreventable
Stirring up of the
Indescribable,
Indefinable,
Inexpressible
Anger that resides deep within
My broken soul.
Yet no one knows.
I am a calm, placid lake.
A deep and dark lake
Sitting in the mouth of an active volcano.
