A Quiet SoulA Poem by ksscamposnever underestimate the feelings of a quiet person.A Quiet Soul As it comes up
inundating my being My body drowns in the
incarcerated hate Struggling with
compulsions that itches the core Tying a knot making
the throat sore Nerve impulses
satisfy the desire Swinging my
extremities Inflicting onto the
world my personal despairs Eyes tinted with the
color of disgust Misjudged force with
no set course Vicious energy from
my chest erupts What once laid
dormant Idiopathically
emerges through unreasonable violence A quiet soul with a
dangerous mind Hate and sorrow
boils inside Many voices consume
my rational yell My subconscious; my
self declared hell I glance onward Merely anchoring on
an inconvenient hope The heat of the lava
that spills from my eyes Burn with it all the anger
and deception I store inside When the lava cools,
new lands will commence With it a new life I
will embrace Bury with it the
agonizing hate This quiet soul will
retain Its peace of mind
once again © 2014 ksscamposReviews
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Added on October 24, 2014Last Updated on October 26, 2014 Authorksscamposboca raton, FLAbout#amateurpoet political madness a amateur writer, getting thoughts out of my head. more..Writing
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