the sound, the fury, a voice

screaming for release from the soul.
it burns it aches it calls.
traveling through the heart is passes through your lips.
still burning still aching still calling.
rising and falling, i hear my soul calling.
what has been released shoots through the air,
and across the crowds, across the room,
and into my head.
bouncing and shaking, breaking the foundation.

like a piercing arrow, it goes straight through me.
in through my chest and out my back.
it hurts like hell, but pain is bliss.
where could such a powerful thing arise from?
where could such a thing go?
how could such a thing be so sweet?
and yet so painful?

i try and grab it, to keep to myself.
but such a thing must be heard by all.
would it be so bad to be so selfish?
i want to catch it.
i want to draw it.
i want to paint it.
i want to write it.
but i can't.
i have to share.
i need to share.

or do i?

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