In the prime of life...
suddenly
A gist of purpose,a kernel of thoughts
How can a blast of feeling
averted with ease and smooth?
Never look at me
with the glaring eyes of askance
beneath the peeking smile,
is a cascade of tears
tough it is...never been prosaic
struggling to emancipate
the bound rooted for years
Mortal is this, surmise you must not!
Till you come and be someone
with my own soul try to breathe
Skeptical may seem...
but sound judgment I never claim
Far from the verity, unobjectionable and whole
now this is me,
in smash pieces i am...
waiting not to be devoured or volley
but someone to cull, in own heart be cache
suddenly
A gist of purpose,a kernel of thoughts
How can a blast of feeling
averted with ease and smooth?
Never look at me
with the glaring eyes of askance
beneath the peeking smile,
is a cascade of tears
tough it is...never been prosaic
struggling to emancipate
the bound rooted for years
Mortal is this, surmise you must not!
Till you come and be someone
with my own soul try to breathe
Skeptical may seem...
but sound judgment I never claim
Far from the verity, unobjectionable and whole
now this is me,
in smash pieces i am...
waiting not to be devoured or volley
but someone to cull, in own heart be cache