Reflection Of The World

Solemn Thought

Nerve wracking
That sadness that lingered along with a detached thought
A true depression which clung to my clothes like a logo that was recently store bought
The hollow hole
I call my soul
That sole
That my feet consoles
From the root to my crown
As my beckoning cry leaves a sweat upon my brow
What is beyond
What lies beyond my slim brooding brawn
Under broad shoulders
A boy among men comes and goes
As does the society's trends
To my heart which need be mended
Worthy of a console
Consolidated with a heart warming conversation
needn't not for a ill thought such as constipation
Fearful only of the dark thoughts
Keeping me exposed as I'd pose ,a little tot
Treacherous sluts, mountainous loads of careless thots
Unneeded breath
Would it be questionable to think of death?