Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul

Unmet expectations strike hard, hurting where they languish long. Unkept promises are blows earned, hitting where they find no resistance. Unkind words are slashes harsh, ripping through the calm conscience. The dormant volcano within the soul then gets the upsurge of melted psychic mantle in the crust of brittle tolerance, that collapses in the caldera cradling the vent, reaching the magma chamber in the core. The soul erupts the lava in the wild, burns the gentle patience as it flows. Uncontrolled, it blazes the heart, undowsed, it singes the sane senses. The smoke billows up thick and intense, clouds the deranged essence. Words rise like Sphinx from the toxic ashes, perish the patient face of mental restraint. The flame surges in the stream of neurons, no longer the carrier of conformist signals. From the volcanic inferno of the soul the erupted fiery lava called anger flows in the torrents of blistering words, scalding whatever comes in the way, blazing a furrow for the reticent life.