When the wind stops

[Rookie]

The wind stops
for a split pause
The melody hops
A silent applause

A sophisticated notion
Softly catered emotion
fragile—yet sharp
An agile carp can scarp

The intrinsic fire flares aggresively into a searing state
Dying and trance-sick I transit to stress leading to fear and hate
Double doubting more than a cynical arsenist
Down and drowing mortem, a clinical wounded wrist
The fire mitigates, the smoke rises, the debris rains
Pyre hits the gates, and they remain locked—constricting chains

A shattered state remains
The scattered hate strains
Never again.
Said in vain.
Decisions wrongly made.

The breeze blows
to seize enclose
The melody continues
an encore is in the dues