There is eruption in the unseen storms of existence
A slow boiling ascent with no control
A tectonic shift into the unexplored
The heart is no more than the unpredictable mouth of a volcano
I am soaked through and scorched from the molten belly of the earth
A quiet ulcer forming in the pits of my longing
To fulfill the feelings I've not yet found a way to understand
I am the ignorance of untamed fires and rising seas
My body is a prison of whispers that push all warmth away
My brain is the calamity of words without thought
And lost causes I cannot rescue
I breathe but the pressure is too much
I am an avalanche of missteps
Which stain lives caught in the naive whirlwind of love
Before knowing it as more than empty gesture and Hallmark novelty
I am a child drifting in waves of emotional misdirection
Burning ants and collecting graves
A baby left in control of an Atom Bomb
We act shocked when the shockwaves rip holes in the concrete
But this is the result
When men are raised as adversaries to what swims within them