Catharsis (I)

I dip my finger into a pool.
The acid burn on my skin
belies the cold, inviting
my tears, puts out the fire
in my heart and offers
balm to my pain.

Droplets of sulphuric acid deface
my eyes see nothing
but short-term relief.
Formless, clear, liquid
my future braces
against the ranting of my soul.

Rivers rage, and so do my emotions.
Inner poison claims my peace,
eroding a marble heart,
leaving murky sediments
to settle again
and form a limpid pool.

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One Response to Catharsis (I)

  1. on catharsis 1…. YOUR INNER SELF YEARNS FOR u mlj lv nv

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