The Common Disaster
While earthquakes crack like the smile on my face,
The plates of my heart feel no joy.
Nor do I feel the tsunami's flood,
Like the ocean of tears flowing from my eyes.
Neither do I see the empty centre of a wild tornado,
No matter how deep- I seek inside.
All I see is the lava bubbling with rage,
Sneaking inside - the walls of a still volcano;
Obstructing the eruption of acrimony;
Concealed within my tranquil demeanour.