Push and pull; internal struggle
Tracing faults, no openings
Finding ways of escape
Only to end up bubbling.

A wordless lull forms –
Pressure builds up!
Without release;
without reprieve.

It’s just a matter of time
Before the inevitable volatility
Suddenly something snaps, and then breaks
Destruction in its wake

And then… everything stops.
The perished are cocooned,
Protected by an impenetrable wall;
But deceased nonetheless.

Well, this turned out to be more morbid than I intended it to be. But I hope it’s intelligible, at the very least 😀

Note: I originally wrote this stanza as the first one for the poem, but then realized its irrelevance. But just so you could have a context on why I wrote the poem in the first place…

All these suppresed feelings
Keep building up inside
Thoughts of you and me keep lingering
No matter how futile


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