Musings, out of context - II

Well, you've heard of Throwback Thursdays, now I present:

Thursday Tantrums

Thunderstorms within, raring to go

All that beckons is the peace it brings

Solitude alas, knows no friend or foe

Just like a summer bird, bereft of wings

Self made fires, that one does kindle

Laws of the land, to them, I concede

Everything, a weapon, thread or spindle

Mere hope, I have, for the tides to recede

Faults are mine, I say with audacity

Unforgiving spirit, knows no bounds

Always oozing along, fullest to capacity

By itself, it crushes all those hounds