UNDERGROUND

Is your soul screaming
without making a sound?
Fierce 'neath the surface
that runs underground.

Are you wired two-twenty
and plugged to one-ten?
Your circuitry hidden
from faces and men.

Do you cry out aloud
Where only walls hear?
Your the echoe of raging
When no one is near.

Will the rending within
cease while you sleep?
While your personal demons
are planting-You Reap.

But the morn' traps the evening
ashamed of it's storm,
The horns have retracted,
The sunshine is warm.

'Till the night curtain calls
and your back to the walls
Where your soul, at it's loudest
is not heard at all!

I just wanted to make a note on this. There are times when I feel as if I want to scream at the top of my lungs and I feel like my soul could just rush out of me with the heat and vehemence of my emotion at the time. Usually, people don't have a clue I am that combustable at the moment. I have talked to other people who are like this. We don't like to show our anger and "volcanic" side to the rest of the world. I hope some can relate. Beside this poem, I envision "The Scream" by Vincent Van Gogh. JW