The Eruption

Erode, you, my dear most play mates,
Stop hiding in the thick of my blood,
allowing my little self die in the forceful
 under current, sweeping away all my
dearest, subtlest and painful plateaus of love and sorrow.
Dear inmate, the chamber you reside is 
my little home, where I made my mates
sleep, swear I promised to wake them up
when the world sleeps. 
   

The restless movements you initiate
vibrations, pricking in every inch of 
my mind, the sting inflicting my sane self.
Dear occupant, show yourself to my
mocking mates, come out to fix me up.
 
Oh!my mind is tired of bearing the weight,
still, I continue to hide it remembering that
every thing has its own time, my time 
has not yet arrived, now it's almost my 
TIME TO PACK UP, from my world of responsibility.
 The inner soul of mine is shattered to such
an extent that it yells for an ERUPTION!