Irrational

Have you ever felt so much hatred you were about to burst?

The wind, cold, touched by the snow, blows on my face,
To wash the detestation pace by pace,
I cannot abandon this nausea for eternity,
I cannot even tie this damn shoelace.

I shall run at the fastest tempo,
To disappear, to defeat the winds that blow,
Watching the clouds beneath,hatred enkindles my body,
Thou wind, I am not going to be slow.

On top of the mount,in this turmoil my soul is bearing,
My damn phone starts ringing,
I open it up disgracefully,
My beloved talks, her voice trembling.

My heart softens as fast as a snap,
My soul ends up its outrageous nap,
How fool of me to encounter this problem so complicatedly,
These absurd feelings, intensions, never again overlap.