Anger scorches like sun inside me.
Every attempt of peace,
Is met with war drums and battle cries.
I dry up all the good emotions from my closest companions.
Burn them till there body resembles a drought affected flower.
My tears then fall like the rain , saying its to late to resolve the 3rd degree, fatal burns.
Although they watch on in indescribable pain ,
for  they see the forsaken flood ahead.
My clouds have covered them with guilt.
Which should be mine and only mine!