Dreaded Sensation

I can push my pain down.
No longer allowing it sound.
But it perpetually screeches
through my mind's ground.
Collosal hurts are nothing new.
Like taut monstrous vines
of manipulations.
Always strangling,
the infancy of budding contemplations.
Still wishing my inner peace to incubate a graceful gestation.
Always lurking, the dark horror of unwanted realizations.
The most dreaded sensation.
And all it's vast vibrations.