Saturday, 13 September 2014

The Grotesque sprawl



Within my mind a resent, a denial, a brawl
Who am I fighting; I don’t know it at all

The smidgen in my heart makes my emotions crawl
The smidgen in my heart, is it worth the fall?

I need to scream, I need to shout
All I need is to cut this crap out

Denunciation, dissent, balk is all I feel
Somebody tell me….this is not real

The tribulations I go through, I see life more wide
Trials can’t play me; they are just a roller coaster ride

May be I observe myself now, May be I know myself better
May be I know what is erroneous and ingenuous  
May be I know what to accept and what to deter

The way the path was laid out; I guess I lived it well
The way the life has turned around
I am sure I will have many tales to tell




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