Bricked up rages,

Aren’t as walled up as they seem to be.

Begrudged to debts ,

Unforgotten and unwanted.

Stills of grateful fires,

Spread across in a fury.

Stealthy tantrums,

Paving way to broken storms.

Bliss in a daze,

For memories to be left behind.

Solitary tears,

For a needy soul already dead.

Destiny admires,

Condoning the worst lives.

For struggle builds a human.

Breathe is it ?