THE AVALANCHE

A
volcano hidden deep
Camouflages like a dying ember
Pushed back  again and again
 Into the cellar of hidden memories.
Only to erupt ferociously,
The hot lava sliming down
Hungry savage
Devouring all good dreams and thoughts.
It's chains ,entangling me in moulds
To be hardened till eternity.
I wake up screaming,only to be ignored by the lonely night,
No comforting hands nor soul.
The cicadas busy with their nocturnal trysts,
Ignoring my helpless whimper
A good dream,a good night and a good sleep
Have all become a distant height
I thought ,I  had trained myself to scale
But futile was my struggle,I realize
Only to be caught in the avalanche
Of memories sliding down!
Not enough to burn out the embers
Of the hidden volcano.