tempest-like emotions cascade down
over a twisted body, screaming for
attention, but receiving none. stoic,
cold, hardened nothing presses
over mind, over heart, over soul,
over life. a whirlwind of fragile,
translucent passion challenges the
lack of empathy, claws at its fortress,
trying to cause the destruction of
the powerful, triumphant defense
brought on by timeless disappointment.
it fails and swirls back, hiding within the
cracks of the wall, waiting for a time
when substance cautiously ventures through,
and life is present within the hollow shell.