The skies tremor
Above her primal disdain
As her cries rage from below
Deafening, magnificent, yet vile

Her long imprisoned anguish
Takes flight from her fatigued
And battered voice

With shrill clarity
That draws complacent ears
To witness the climb
Of her truth-bearing fury

She has fully crumbled
Beneath, her immense disdain
Under mountains, the eons of neglect
Towering with each year
So casually set adrift

She convenes
With her inner bedlam
Propelling her angst
Into the heavens
For all wayward souls to reap