Wreckage You pant hard when you mad, Everything you say in fury, Falls on a perfectly functional ear but then flows out the other like it were a math equation freshly memorised for that last exam on that final year, Sole crushed by your very words uttered in total outbreak of the irrational anger, And the wreckage feels like it were a thousand elephants done passed through a city street in a mad rampage, Total outrage, but I'm thinking deep, wondering whether we on the same page, Contradicting one another, even though we're preaching on the same stage, Self worth is the common standard through which we value our conversation, The duties we delegated, designated thoughts, and things we tried to achieve on this agreed union, are all but for the best intentions, In the end we both phased into, what first was a subtle desperation then turned into a mad scramble for love even in hell's pits... Suddenly we both wished we were never here in this obsolete reality crumbling down in small bits.. Sadly none of us took the hint, we thought highly for this love so we still kissed and made peace only to fight again a few hours later not knowing of that day's end; One of us would lie down never to wake again... ©Henry Thad