Loss of peace
Silence amiss
Wrath of coldness
Fire's embrace

What's the anger coming from?
Sweater isn't one to be warm
It's those comforting words
Being in same ship that boards

All the tornadoes flip
It's not something you can skip
But how you manage underneath
It's what decides your made up sheath

Sigh and not breathe
It's our made subconscious rule
Forgetting golden rule of school
Marching towards dealing
From caring to self healing.

Maybe we've grown up some good
Cooking up some things crude
Being civil and giving up being rude
What about the malice within;
Gossips and politics no less than sin?

Well that's just emphasizing the bad side
Is there something duality aside?
So engaged in the lesser truth
When will the higher soothe?