Infuriated High

The rain water's dry,
the silence is loud.
Wrapped up damp coldness,
nothing of to be proud.

To tread ever so lightly
is to step and crush hard.
Not caring what it does,
or how one is scarred.

Lost in the darkness,
confused by the light.
Days are for sleeping,
and sinning is for the night.

Screaming out loudly,
choking on the words.
Lips moving quickly,
though a sound is not heard.

A plea for understanding,
a furious statement.
A foot in the mouth,
is the speech's abatement.

Angered by annoyance,
flames flickering in the eye.
Abandoned by all rational thoughts,
an infuriated high.

Refusal seems the only way
to get them all to see.
Statements of now raging anger.....
All from a once trivial plea.