Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

Decadent Poet

sometimes I want to fly off the edge,
being a bird soaring through the royal blue skies,
but my metamorphosis is still
i n
    c  o   m
               p    l     e      t       e
for I have yet to bloom
like a flower
I stand
             beautiful and proud
no longer shrouded
             unDerneath the soil.

somEtimes, I'm unsure;
                    why did I even Come here?
running from something we could never |e|s|c|a|p|e|
untAlented aspiring writer;
                                             a frauD.
illitErate poet with
                        an osteNtatious style.           
  do you remember your mind all muddy?
buried within rooTs,
vagabond among skies,
a raindroP.

mellifluOus upon a lake of fury,
cacophonous in a storm,
drowning another day
your riotous busy brain screams;
mErging with the whistles of the wind.

lavender petals bestrew the ground
duality in perpetuality,
to end up fuTile.

note: have a look at the capital letters throughout the poem ;)