In secret I cry,
rivers kept inside,
whilst the day is bright.
Floods of emotion wave out
unleashed when night
sits silently beside.
Trying to grab attention.
Trying to pull the oceans closer.
I wish I could express
the liquid thoughts
that leak from me,
In words more translucent
than misery.
In those hours,
I let winds rush forth,
I spill out hurricanes of noise.
I let the walls feel the force.
Nature can't compete
when my hurt
is so complete
It's a part of me.
I wish
the turbulent thoughts
could be expressed
in words
more tempestuous
than pain and distress.
In secret I rumble
as my thoughts mumble.
Quivering earth-shattering shakes
making walls crumble.
Pain exasperated
amid soul wrenching
earthquakes.
I wish I could expand my thoughts
in words
more seismic
than despair and anguish.
In secret I feel a fire take hold,
raging through my core,
right into my soul. The flames cold
against my burning pain.
Nature can't hold a candle,
to the fierce way my mind
picks fault
with the little flames
it brings.
I wish I could express
the raging thoughts
In words
more combustible
than hurt and agony.
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