My emotions remain unnoticed,
buried beneath the waves of change,
the pain consistently aches,
attached to my soul like a horses' mane.
My anger boils like a kettle,
as the water tried to escape the heat,
my heart is scorn with the knowledge of abandonment,
it's true...history will repeat.
I have been promised many things,
but never had one kept,
my promises lye under a black rug,
where they have been swept.
Wandering alone among the unknown,
swarmed with vivid thoughts,
my heart worries with hope,
and the fear of being caught.
Imprisonment within the mind,
can cause a loss of sanity,
it could also cause rage,
with sudden outbursts of profanity.
The cries within are too painful,
so loud they cannot be ignored,
the voices belong to dead souls,
that drift upon my shores.
