The ember glows, a hidden heat,
A spark ignited, deep and neat.
A simmering stew, a rising tide,
The calm facade, it starts to slide.
The voice grows sharp, the words take flight,
Barbed arrows pierce the starlit night.
Muscles tense, a fist held tight,
A storm within, a brewing fight.
Red fills the vision, blurs the scene,
Logic surrenders, replaced by the mean.
The heart a drum, a pounding beat,
Fury unleashed, a raging heat.
A furrowed brow, a tapping foot,
Impatience hangs, a heavy loot.
My words they stumble, thoughts unwind,
A tangled mess, you leave behind.
Your questions sharp, your answers clipped,
The air grows thin, my spirit stripped.
I yearn to bloom, to find my voice,
But stifled by a hurried choice.
Perhaps I’m slow, perhaps I stray,
But patience, friend, could pave the way.
For understanding, clear and bright,
Would spark a fire, burning light.
So let us breathe, and slow the pace,
Together find a fertile space.
For seeds of knowledge, trust, and care,
With patience sown, a harvest rare.