A silent scream Rips through the morning Rending a destructive path Through all it crosses
The need unexpressed Not even comprehended It couldn't be said With any coherence
The pain within Like the pain without Knows no solution Through uncomprehending
The destructive tide Soon cleared away Lash like surf Putting it right
Normality resumes Until the next time It needs put right But what are the risks?
March 2010
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