Below the Surface

Beneath a smooth facade, anger lies,

Clawing, writhing, waiting.

Healing salve cools the wound.

Yet the jagged fault remains,

Just below the surface.


Behind brown eyes, sorrow lurks,

Urgent, welling, waiting.

Laughter buffs a brilliant shine.

Yet the current flows in rips and swirls,

Just below the surface.


Inside a layered shell, emotion hides,

Crouching, skulking, darkly cloaked.

Lips pressed tight hold safe the words,

While the frigid stones cry for warmth,

Just below the surface.


Outside the door, a stranger knocks,

Relentless, bold, and unafraid.

Deafened ears hold safe the threat,

While a wave of hope strikes a silent chord,

Just below the surface.



Daily Post Keyword: Surface


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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2 Responses to Below the Surface

  1. AddKluZiv says:

    Beneath, behind, inside and outside: you’ve explained them all with the use of exquisite words.

    Keep writing 🙂


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