paper

I keep it hidden from the world
the unwritten words sealed inside a bottle
I write them and throw them away
each and every day
and then a voice speaks to me
telling me about the agony
that I keep ignoring,
agony that I keep on storing
but it explodes from time to time
but I don’t whine
about it
even though it tears me apart bit by bit
it’s all written in that piece
of paper thrown into the sea
enclosed within a bottle
rushing along the waves at full throttle
it seems harmless
just because the papers encased
but it’s no less than a bomb
ready to explode and swamp
the reader full of anger and agony
cause that paper’s where I put my misery
for that paper is all I have

-yakaa: jujaa