PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

There is so much suffering

Within the heart,

Kept in silence, in lament,

Like a storm in restraint.

Each hurt, each hidden pain,

Forms a weight hard to bear,

And within, the wounded soul,

Feels on the verge of bursting.

A simple pin, a word,

A gesture that wounds unintentionally,

Is enough to break the latch,

And burst the balloon of emotion.

What was once contained,

Now spreads in a thousand pieces,

And the suffering, once held back,

Floods the chest, like an out-of-tune sea.

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