The moment is silent,
like the water
when there is no wind.
So silent outside the inner
me, like there is no one
else at this planet called earth
The inner me
spinning like a windmill
driven by an impetuous storm.
Outside there is silent, but
my inner space feels like
a train passing through.
My soul is screaming
like a sanguineous enemy.
Wounded by a pilow
into my sole, with a vigour
like a volcano that exclaim;
Set me free!
Kristine Boe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inner-me-2/
