ERUPTION (The pain)A Poem by ShraddhaThis is the second poem in this series. When no one is watching.My first choice was to come crashing down A little too much to handle for this town My second choice was to simply fall apart It was quiet and lonely but it was a start I contained what was left in my tiny head I put myself together and I went to bed Some days passed, the third choice played out A magnificent volcano triggered by a shout I erupted till no burning lava was left inside And then I realised I had no place to hide So I chose to run and ran off the world I ended up finding me under my bed, curled.
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