Precipice of ire

Dedicated to the people who are contemplating life in these locked down times

Anger, anguish, suffering, scorn — feelings, broken emotions drawn Thou shall not let me drown in a frown for I do not want to lose my ground

It feels like shambles & despair, It moves ahead, without any sign — a warning that never seems to shine, for it may cause a sudden roar a roar of sadness, and suffering more that takes away, the peace and calm

for what happened to them, that decay in the pits of hopelessness, they fell they can’t stand up and can’t they held, their hopes and dreams that just cracked in

thus it comes with a sheer magnitude, an affliction that steers your life and mood — it alters your self and your unfortunate fate, for it may break, and cause you to hesitate to make poor choices when you make haste, ushering an event that will split asunder

your composure, and slothful state that will inevitably conceive you to question — What is the meaning of your life’s fate!

There is a time for everything, in life regarding contemplation whether through rage, or serenity or sometimes both.