pain with no script
subterranean roar
pressing call
pushing through
unkempt wasteland
places we don't see
lest they confront
status quo
hidden from all
but the sharp
as echoes we meet
find the persona
sear like another
stinging coal
on splintered frame
bent from carrying
shadows
cast on the
lake of fire's
unceasing scourge
a moment of depression breaking through, before a lighter time arrives... perhaps some may identify with its powerful pull