what am i to think?

messages are spreading like wild fire

no rain or water in sight

wails of anger,pain and frustration

are painting a picture and the brushes

are striking like a hot skillet

left under a already hot burner

call it a blaze call it the degrees

and dare i say why add more fuel

to a flaming already overheated blaze?

how does one find cool and cool

when the fire and burns appear

to have clouded up the skies?