Sometimes

Sometimes the unhappiness
       swells in me like
       I am a balloon filled
       With too much water or air.
I am stretched and distorted
       stretched with great pressure
      (from the inside).
And tension fills every fiber.
Where can I find relief
      from these floods of grief?
When will the maze let me out,
     And the rain give way to drought?
Just the slightest prick
     Of an otherwise dull object
     Would rent my soul and
     Body in two.
And then what would I do?

DG