This powerful poem comes deeply from a heart in pain.
When the pain descends to the inner depths and reaches to attach to the organ we call heart,
It’s not long after, like an adrenaline rush, it shifts with uneasiness, ready to erupt like a volcano.
The remnants of its blazes, reaches like a knot in the throat, trying to swallow it quickly before they appear on the outer surface of my body.
The eyes, I aim have been untouched and unsensed from the inner turmoils, keeping them dry, and viewing them to make sure they have been unchanged.
Until all alone, all gushes forth, pouring out, what I held;
what I call pain.
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