The Falling Debris Poem by Naveed Akram

I was aghast at fists of strength,
Stronger than abodes of livid rage;
The burning fire exhausts the self
Solving the selling of abuse.
My hands rejoined with acts of disgrace,
The eyes fought like soldiers of taste.
This was a ship, ready to capsize,
Falling debris laughed at our face.

This was surprise angering the hills,
Feeling fire, feeling fire, that grew
Like waves of the sea, like brandishing.
The brandished flag caused the images
To grow late, and to be faster at goals.
My feelings touched the others who saw
A wind walk the other way, the offered
Offence was a fiery blast of bellies.