I am Krakatoa

Anger burns the fabric of my heart reducing it to dusty blackened ashes
Yet,for now, I control it...
No-one sees my acrimony,
all they  see is compliant me.
A nobody in their eyes,
easily forgotten and  overlooked.
This  waiting to erupt becomes almost intolerable.
My anger is truly unfathomable.
My secret pain hidden deep within the magma of my soul..churning, writhing..
sometime a little escapes,
just a little..
not so much anyone notices..
but I do.....
I notice..
I retract it..
I keep it bubbling,simmering....
The heat of my anger dries any tears to vapour..which coils and rises above me like a halo of hate
My mask smiles constantly...the gullible see only that..
They are never prepared for the reality of rapacious pain and a lacerated spirit and ultimately its satiating revenge
I have forgotten how to love...oh I rehearse the words well enough..never needing a prompt..but that seems to be  sufficient for the unseeing.
The time is coming  soon when this heat within me scorches and longs to find a way out..burning up through a heart no longer there..raging within vocal chords  that only know serene tones and muted approbation
Lungs filling with the air of avengement
I have control....
I can wait....
In the dark of night when no one expects me
I will be at my most destructive.
Most unforgiving.
My most  abhorrent.
Beware all you who have looked beyond me and seen nothing
Beware all you who have never asked me ‘why’
Beware and take shelter for the apocalyse about to reign,
For soon, very soon, all will be swallowed in my hate,
my revenge, 
my power 
a paroxysm of  rage  will light
 the heavens,
blinding all about and slowly covering everywhere with a brimstone pyroplastic revenge
that flows unchecked and destroys everything in its path.
Yes I feel the time is near,
I can see the sky through the open crater of my wounded essence.
It begins and once initiated will run its course of devastation
Fear me...
hear me...
know me.. for
I AM Krakatoa!