there are some days 

where a deep anger bubbles to the surface

and i were a volcano 

all you’d see is lava 

flowing down

destroying everything in its path

there are some days 

when there is no voice of reason

there is only fear

directing everything

squeezing everything 

so that i wish something would pop

would explode

so at least the pressure build up wouldn’t be any longer

volcano of fire raining down ashes

red lava that flows

red lava that destroys

that burns

that doesn’t want to remember

that wants to rewrite

that wants to create a new world

where flowers rise from piles of ashes

where rains bring new life

and destruction has a purpose