Lava Called Word

Unmet expectations slap hard, they hurt where they would. Unkept promises are blows earned, they hit where they should. Unkind words are slashes harsh, they rip through what they could. The mind becomes the fire of the wild, burns the gentle patience as it grows. Uncontrolled it boils the blood, undowsed it singes the sane senses. The scorching words stoke the fire, the smoke billows up thick and intense, clouds the unbalanced conscience. Words rise like Sphinx from the toxic ashes, perish the patient face of restraint. The flame surges in the stream of neurons, no longer carrier of conformist signals. The mind turns into a volcanic inferno erupting fiery lava called anger to flow in torrents of blistering words, scalding whatever comes in the way, blazes a furrow for the timid life. September 19, 2018