Words of a Letter.

The Complaint was long, with points effront,
of fumes and shouts and symbols affront;
Lest it was written with the intent to kill,
the heart did shatter and broke with its will;
Simply in wait the tumbler agape,
the words sneaked in between lines in a cape;
Chimneys then smoked the rotten to life,
and brought about embers that glimmered with strife;
Boom, goes the tone and the sound, it makes!
Thrushes the feel of an echoing wake;
It's all out now,in chores and sobs,
when the broken storm came after the calm, awake.