Something angry
Struggles to express itself
To fight for its legitimacy
Kill or die for its place under the sun.
It is feeding off my blood
Daring me to let it emerge
And tower over me.
Raging within my chest
Tearing me from within.
Stranger,
Look into my eyes
And see my fears
Dig your fingers through my skull
And feel the warm wetness of the love within
Put your ears to my chest
And hear the roaring
The storm within.
Close your eyes
And sense the muddy churning foaming waters
The turbulence.
- Krish
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