Aug 26, 2007 17:19
the pain in my gut
rises to my throat
like magma about to erupt
from a dormant volcano
rising, burning, bubbling
searing to come out
and as the silent tears roll down my face
the ones I can never hold back
pain taken to a new level
a level I had hoped never to reach
for the dragon that lay sleeping there
is roaring fire and wide awake