[In this poem, I have tried to describe in an abstract form, negative emotions that we all feel and  the state we enter when we wrap ourselves in them and refuse to see sense.]

There is bitter hatred surging through my veins.
Sarcasm prickling on my skin.
Anger pounding in my brain,
With hurt weaving through it.

My aura is black,
With streaks of flames around it.
Creating a wall.
Cold and unbreakable, around me.
Daring you, challenging you,
To try and break it.

But any sane person would know,
That breaking the wall was impossible.

And, if anyone dare approach,
Then the wall,
A thousand times more powerful. Invincible.
Would just confine you in its prison within.

The blackness swallowing you,
And the flames burning.

                                                                   - Rosa