Clouded

Ice falls like anger
When struck! anger evokes
Then the sun shines on it, it melts
It has solution.

But broken pieces are lingering internal pain syndromes
And they do not contrast flowant water ; They flow as constant as a broken feelings bleeds.

On a sunny day, a bleeding intense heart is not prettier than the wound of a crying dying chicken
For it evokes its pain, but thus whose own is held within
On a sunny day, you see no sun.

What then is the aptitude charisma of tormented fellow
Who longs to leave his flesh
But spirit stuck beneath the flesh
Oh! The windy winter storm
When rough winds battle with trees
But the wind doesn't blow down all the hangings
It leaves some trees;old bent women
And leaves some shedding dews.