Volcano
Volcano
Beneath my eyes, straight to the tunnel
That leads to the core of my body
My heart is filled with grief, Magmatising,
Threatening an eruption dued, any moment
Abruptly a cataclysm is unclenched, all the lavas
Pave their way, on my cheeks
My lids attempt to shield my eyes
But the heat of the pain renders it futile
The damage is ecological, everything around is intact
But if seen thoroughly, one would be astounded
After seeing the tissues of my blood pumping organ
Under the influence of tremendous heat and fire
Indeed my body is strong; it did not burst out
Had it been made of glass, pieces would have hurled out
Hurled out to the corners of the world
Hurled out, propelled from the dynamics of sorrow
Indeed there is a bomb far more powerful
That lays hidden for a reason in secrecy
Imagine if it were outside of my body
An entire city would have been engulfed
The damage is usually silent but in case it howls out
The voice diffused would be interpreted by an expert
As immeasurable, if not, unlocatable under current units
To decide upon the magnitude of my agony
The aftermath of this sudden eruption would mark
Perhaps the start of an age of depression or anxiety
In case I will show up stronger, hardly in case
I will be someone similar, but with a changed perception