CREATIVE POETRY

The Common Disaster

While earthquakes crack like the smile on my face,

The plates of my heart feel no joy.

 

Nor do I feel the tsunami's flood,

Like the ocean of tears flowing from my eyes.

 

Neither do I see the empty centre of a wild tornado,

No matter how deep- I seek inside.

 

All I see is the lava bubbling with rage,

Sneaking inside - the walls of a still volcano;

Obstructing the eruption of acrimony;

Concealed within my tranquil demeanour.

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