Trapped in webs of toxicity
On a hot saturated morning
The morning of 2021
I was trapped in webs of toxicity
Wrapped and warped within time
As they split me into knots
That made the air around me thicker
Whilst making my bulging freckles turn into crimson red
Mesmerized in complete distress
My webs began to galvanize themselves in gloomy oil
Surrounded by the glistening wonder bent
That always had no clouds above nor below
It alarmed me as my conviction arrived
Paving way for myenvy to be greeted by ignorance
Whilst my imitation was an act of physical suicide on my breathless coma
Rising gradually and slowly deteriorating
‘As sty corncrib stood’
Unbound by the spell I testified.
Trapped in webs of toxicity
A sculpture of memory was without pre-established harmony
Half expressing myself as half my world flipped away
Doubtingly being ashamed of the divine idea I procreated
Alas
How could I tell the truth?
And tell it slant….
Trapped in webs of toxicity
I finally exploded and popped like a steaming,red hot volcano
Spilling hot lava, as I shied away from chastening
Never having the ear to listen nor the eye to see
The mystic voices of solitude
That would grow impenetrable, drawing themselves closer to the edge of life
Webs of toxicity
Loved not realities of life
Nor the creators of names
Instead, they preferred the customary customs of norms and values
Acting foolish in vain
And heeding only to consistency of hobgoblin dialect
The webs that trapped me
Began to grow concerned more
On the fazed shadow on the wall
Seeing less of what the bigger picture held
They were radiant
Yet never truly satisfying
They did give me a sense of belonging though?
Although I must say
With my deepest condolences
It only made matters worse
For my ailing body to bear
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PoetryAs humans we paint a fabricated picture of who we are and what we stand for. We are caught in pits of hells as we try to impress the status quo of a today society's...
