Harsh the tone of words ill spoken,
with venom dripping...slowly.
Fractured anger cascades in torrential
outbursts, striking at the very core
of vulnerability.
Tired emotions scramble for stability
in a shifting world of unease... emphasised by
torn temper, ripping the fabric of companionship.
Once, only gentle words of encouragement
echoed the halls of home and family,
now the undertones of dislike lick
along the aura, creating rifts.
Shell shocked reality permeates the
dulled response sensors, allowing hurt
and dismay to reach the inner sanctum.
Tears and self pity drip with regular accuracy
saturating common sense.
Tomorrow is another day to conquer and win,
and even though the body is willing, the mind is weak,
not all is written in black and white.
Adding your comment:
. Delighted that you found it vivid. 
