Collaric

In fiery moments, anger takes its hold, A raging storm, a tempest in the soul, Collaric behavior, tumultuous and bold, Leaving scars upon the heart, taking its toll. Like thunder crashing, fierce and uncontrolled, Words as lightning bolts, striking with disdain, A soul engulfed in flames, burning, untold, Leaving behind a trail of hurt and pain. Yet underneath the anger's fiery blaze, Lies a wounded heart, seeking to be healed, Aching for solace, longing for calm days, Desiring love's embrace to be revealed. Oh, collaric one, let peace be your guide, Heal the wounds within, find love deep inside.