A Storm
A storm is brewing on my forehead
formed of sweat and dust
Rising passion meets the volatility
of a condescending mind
A thrust of bottled up frustration
releases fumes of mental rust
Powerful turbulence of breakdown
in communication takes wind
The dynamics of emotion renders
our reasoning capacity blind
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