We are so accustomed to putting up a front
A display, a facade, an outer shell
So that no one may know
What truly brews
beneath
The waters are calm
The stream is steady
But beneath there are
Creatures that cannot be
foreseen
Why do we do this?
Why do we not say what we mean?
So uneasy to seem weak
Our creatures rustle within us
Suppressed to the very core
But the exterior portrays hard as a
rock
Afraid to infect others
With the vicious disease
We carry our burdens
And hope not for an
outbreak
Until one day the pressure builds up
Stacking, intensifying, rumbling
until it
EXPLODES.
(Thumbnail art by Emiliano Ponzi )