Tantrum
Calm,collected and serene
Then a timely vituperation
Evokes in spilt seconds
A cornucopia of rashfolly
Tempers, scream up
The meanest echelons of inhumane rive
Words; few left unsaid
Blood of a few, left unshed
All's torn apart
And all in parts, fell apart
Then she is gone
As swiftly as she was born
And left all parts; in parts
Heap of rubbles now drawn with carts
To tombs; heaped and tombstoned with hats
Calm, collected and somewhat serene
Once more, I am
Now with regrets
But she's gone
Swiftly as she was born
-My untamed tantrum
Copyright © Emmanuel Okechukwu | Year Posted 2014
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