• Anger
    is an unexpected storm
    rushing in your conscience like
    a little wave of dread

    Happiness
    is the sunlight
    over the hurricane
    of a trenched life

    Combined
    is reality
    scraping my eyelids
    it's too close

    These roots go up and down
    This limbs just are too weak
    These are the voices that cannot speak
    But only in reality.