Latent Heat

A situation has emerged
when the state is on the verge
of transforming, going over the edge
waiting for the right trigger

Minds getting deranged in a heated exchange
the reins seem to be slipping out
Keep adding a flow of fuel to the fire
to send things overboard, make them more dire
Whether inadvertent or chosen words,
echoing ever since they were heard
rip open the restraints,
raise the bubbling disdain
in the beast, or more worryingly, the herd
Pouring in that last bit of necessary heat
to condemn the now fragile sense to a damning defeat

Minds getting distraught, close to losing the plot
seeking a spot of hope and solace
Blow in a wind disturbingly cold
to cause laid-out plans to flip and fold
Whether inadvertent or chosen words,
echoing ever since they were heard
freeze things into a twisted frame,
lock down and jam the brain,
harden things beyond being possible to stir
Sucking out that last crucial bit of warmth
inducing a state of chilling alarm

A step from battle or a step from surrender
the slaves of hope and passion crumble and vie,
as the flow of that vital latent heat
pushes them into two dimensions of defeat
But there are some who arrange
to reverse the flow and make a major change