Emotional Soup

This emotional soup, stirring within my soul;
gently roiling, just beneath the calm surface.
Anxiously on the edge, of overflowing the bowl;
to flood upon the floor, and wash away all purpose.

Slowly rumbling grows, from deep within;
drifting and twisting, to blend the chaos.
Clouded and confused, behind this grin;
silence, loudly screaming, hits me like a bus.

Laying smashed, oozing emotional soup;
splayed out upon the dirt, soaking into the sand.
Showing that all along, I was always a fruit loop;
up and down I may go, but at least I’m not bland.

~greyeyesgabriel