Too far deep down where words can't reach me
The seething volcano is the only sight to see
Threatening to burst within me
From things that I have no right to control neither my thoughts nor my soul
For the many times it's had to lay low and hide its blazing fire
It fears the world while the world should fear it
It's desperate to be let to live and destroy while it's own life is a prohibition
Waiting again for another time when sins are lawful and where destruction will only add to existant destruction
And minus and minus won't be plus
And when all is fair and equal for the yearning to escape its prison of constraints
And relive again
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
