Thursday, September 1, 2011


It simmers inside me
never blowing out,
yet never receding
like a dormant volcano it waits
for the final nail to my coffin
for me to break, waits,
for me to finally give in to it,
to finally open the door of its cage
like a balloon, its keeps blowing and blowing
till I can keep it no more
and like a balloon only
I will burst
and then, I don't think
even God itself could stop me
from controlling it back