Eruption

by jasmine cherry   Aug 20, 2008


When turmoil has risen over the limits
your surroundings seem to fade away into the back round
your common sense is throw out the window
and the rage seeps out
the rage can no longer be held
in the little container called your mind
released onto an unsuspected target
but guilt is not felt
only pure happiness and bliss

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