Thunderbolts of Tension

Hubris always coddles and clouds the soul 
Humanity pleads to achieve balance and live carefree 
Softer terms achieve a life of significance 
We argue and second guess our motives 
Instead of accepting the recognition of thought
Life is seen as a prism of achievement 
Glass ceilings beg to be broken and shattered from impressionable memories
We all are simply pursuing purpose 
Torrents of depression flood our conscience 
Thunder bolts of tension disguised as anxiety 
Hurricanes of pain and resement fester in the void 
Like a Raisin in the sun 
Awaiting death while the glorious radiaiton of vitality 
Once seen as a presence of fortune is now the antagonist writing our journey’s end 
Memories 
Friendships 
Bonds 
Wither and erode away from the consequence of action 
Hollowed husks reside where human flesh once stood 
Disappear into the musty and docile evening fog