Reaching the top, I close my eyes
and open my mouth but,
no sound escapes.
Instead, the cry buries itself inside me.
Somewhere deep and hidden from you.
Thoughts of the rage comfort me.
It comes from within.
As close to the ground as my body can fit,
I close my mind and open my eyes.
No human can get in,
no thought can get out.
Like before, I vowed
never again, not anymore.
The cover from my walls protects me.
It comes from within.
As near to the wall as my back can slide,
I clench my fist and open my mind.
The hate I feel,
remembering that I can’t escape.
It’s like a criminals rage at justice.
A broken sons wrath with the guilty.
It comes from within.
