It Never Rains

Do you
sometimes feel
a Scream
 Clawing climbing
up your throat
your condition weak
when your silance
Speaks
it never rains
but it pours
apon the grave
where you buried it
with your blood sweat
and your fears
deep in that hole
in your heart

But now your condition
is weak
and it's been pouring
for weeks
and like a full moon
winters night
you feel the claws
of the scream
as your Emotions
Rise
from a grave
from the hole
that you dug

In your Heart