Volatile

Yesterday was day 55. It rained. What else is there to say? It freakin' stormed. I guess it was a fitting background to the day I had. Yesterday was also a poem day. Nothing exciting. Nothing a lot of people would understand (but then again who really understands anything I ramble about?)

Photos first, the backdrop to the day...

Volatile 

My mind is volatile

Full of anger and pain

The longer I hold it down

The hotter it burns

My heart is explosive

With every beat it's smoldering

How much longer can I pretend

That I am in control?

This pain I feel

Is too much to bare

I have to let it out

Or it will destroy every part of me

I'm lost in my mind

In this volatile fire

I cannot tolerate the pain...

Please help me find release.