It is a quiet suffering
Causing a passive awareness
Amongst sparse outbreaks of intense emotion
Weeks of placid acceptance
Suddenly broken by
Fits of hysterical tears,
Uncontrollable sobbing and small
Tense fists breaking windows and bones
It retreats into the center of my chest
I keep it there until it is safe
For another explosion
When I am alone to let the
Pain rip through my chest worse
Than a thousand bullets
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Excellent. Far too many people feel what they are incapable of letting out, let alone putting it into words. Well written.