The Melt Down

As ashen storm clouds brew above his head, his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread a broken heart is all she can foresee. Heated anger joins the howl on winds misled, a wild child of tantrum's misdirected decree, his glacial heart disperses rocky scree. As ashen storm clouds brew above his head. Mother melts beneath his glare, few tears shed for him to see, her child she's failed by degree. Oh, all the signs of madness she'd misread, his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. His wrath unleashed, now gone his kinder creed though she still sees his arms widespread, perhaps, a mother's love can intercede? The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread. Unless his anger's dampened it may spread destroying the bonds of sweet felicity, if she can not hold on to love's thread a broken heart is all she can foresee. Son can't you see the sun high overhead upon his cheek a tears falls silently, with her arms outstretched his mother plead and on her shoulder he rested sullenly, as ashen storm clouds brew.