My Only Triumph Poem by sophia hayyat

Soundless noise,
Breeding passively but constantly,
It doesn't even reaches my ear.
Heap of unexpressed thoughts storming inside cage,
Everready to get out.
Strikng against ironed bars,
Ironed windows to let the fancy out.
Cyclone build and outbreaks, unannounced but
You keep your mum.
Your heavy hand drawing boundaries.
Thus antagonising it even more.
Is that all i'm left to deal with?
Is that all i'm to be busy with?
Packing it in bales to let ocean swallow
And
And
And to puck it back on my face.
Just to re-enter,
Make it my eternal part,
Conspire with my soul to rebel against none but my body.
Where is my existence?
Where is my part in this half breathing state?
All i'm here is to face consequences,
Cursing my fate in sealed casket?
Or
Have you to wetten it with your internal water-
My Only Truimph!