A pulsating pressure,
With voices that blare,
Cries from a tortured soul,
Drowning in despair,
Flames that burn forever,
Fueled by emotional unease,
A broken down heart,
That begs and pleas,
An unstable train of thought,
A place nothing is certain,
Pay no mind you all,
To the man behind the curtain,
Misunderstood by you,
It's overwhelming in it's demise,
That's all what you can't see,
Behind my green hazel eyes.
©
J