Bottled Up
Forcing its way to the surface
But there is no Escape
Screaming in hope of relief, but nothing
There is no Release
Punching but only bruises appear
There is still no release
Desperation sets in
Resorting to the only thing that will work
Scratching the surface
But it’s not good enough
There is no release
Digging in, there is pain
There is a little release
But it’s not good enough
Just a little deeper and
The release comes
The pressure starts to subside
Has a stream of red drops trickle down
The release has come
What was bottled up no longer exist
It has escaped the body
Until another day comes
When the pressure builds again
And the desire for release takes over the body
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