Saturday
I have been awaken,
Torn from solemnity
Into somber sobriety
Torment skies awaits
Belligerent are the cries of
Sorrow.
Whisapered are the songs
Of fate.
Deep thought caresses me
With multitude of fear.
And a peaceful “longing’
World ashakened by
Course despair
Object of my loathing
Object of my fear
Is the presented course
I must face.
This course is
The manufacturer
Of my being
Unresolved emotions,
Emotion of suffering
Self defeating
And personal hate
I awaken to the
Face of my mother.
Grasping lightly
Onto life.
Though as seen
And loved secretly,
Creates personal hypocrisy
Of profuse emotions.
Belligerent are these
Feelings.
Personal battles
Numbs my heart
Weakness conquers
Tears.
Fearlessness defeats
Breathing
Love reinfested
By hate
Yet tomorrow…
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