ANGER | COMPETITION
Stages of Emotions
The wrath of an inevitable revelation
As per usual,
She was up with the lark,
Yet,
Something has changed.
The silence was deafening.
Chirpings of the birds,
Boulevard of Twines,
Mischievous chipmunks,
Foliage homing caterpillars,
Gleaming chrysalis donning the twigs,
Buzz of the Bees,
Pollinating the ever-blooming haven,
Especially the sunflowers,
Have vanished within a day.
She stared at the barren land,
In a state of stupefaction.
It was a day to harvest her flowers,
To make tea,
Roast their seeds for the birds,
And add a perfect little sprinkle on her baked orange muffins,
Yet,
They were nowhere to be seen.
Coziness was no longer a glimmer in her home,
As glints of tears,
Pooled down the damp soil.
To the roots of her joy,
Damaged beyond the horizon,
Daggers came in handy,
To uproot them all together,
As she was in denial,
And had made promises,
To donate the rest of her harvest,
For it made her soul dwell with pride and joy.
Tragically,
In her thousand-yard stare,
She questioned herself,
Will I ever reap my yields,
Under the coruscating sunshine,
With a lulling breeze caressing against my skin ever again?
If before,
All she did was uproot her anchorages,
Now,
The empty holes that garrisoned her crops were screaming at her.
Overwhelmed,
She combusted,
Robust for more embers.
As if the uprooting didn’t suffuse with grime,
She trudged through her lawn,
Launching a flamethrower,
Across her once blossoming trail.
In the limber of her anger,
Blazed the cherished farm,
Burnt to the ground.
Miles away,
At her harrowed shrills,
Startled murmurations,
Reposted to her resonating pain,
In squawks of anger.
As per her norm,
She would have apologized,
Even offered them nibbles,
Quenching their thirst.
Dreadfully,
In her current state,
Reside only an emotion,
Angst,
That she could no longer contain.
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Happy reading, folks ~*~
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Hi, Catharsis Chronicles. Hereby lies my entry for your autumnal competition, Anger.
