Within me, a raging inferno burned,
While you approached, unconcerned.
The flames consumed my every thought,
But your complaints, they meant naught.
I was a tempest, a storm unbridled,
While you dwelled in trivial matters, so mild.
My heart, a furnace of pain and despair,
Yet you remained oblivious, unaware.
In the depths of my anguish, I stood alone,
As you lamented over ashes, softly moan.
But my fire, it raged with a furious might,
While you remained blind to its blinding light.
