Internal Cataclysm

my internal cataclysm

Beneath
the various protective layers -
beyond the surface is something...
Lurking.
Lingering
in a lackadaisical loneliness
that I've grown so accustomed to.

Below
the surface of what I call "me"
there exists a being, both
volatile and
vulnerable -
a visionary only vaguely visible
to those of a similar nature.

Somewhere
past my quiet, mortal exterior
there remains a paradox of
amazement and
animosity
that always acts as an adversary -
and there are no words that could ever explain the internal cataclysm
that devours my weary soul
and makes up my very being.