Surge

Emptiness flows after the storm,
Who can outlast the surge of negative emotions?

It doesn't fill up at the rest stop,
Hate has no need for pit stops,
Its endless and trails destruction in its path.
But what says nothing grows after that?

Just like after the eruption,
Positive flows in filling the gaps like
waves into an empty space rushing.
Peace then destruction then peace.
It goes on and on uninterrupted,
love hate love,
Like the after shock nothing can stop it.