My screws don't fit
I look down and cry.
My screams always manage to escape my trembling lips as I wait for fate to take me in.
Mentality seems to work its ways
I shudder, screech, squeal, and shriek.
What could possibly lead to such reason?
I laugh
the other side of me thinks that this is some comedy show.
Riot, a caution is yet to be seen.
How I miss when childhood let me float on by with absolute ease.
It's irresistible
I say with delight and fulfillment as I hypothesize.
Postulate of dumbfoundedness
it shows its side of delicacy
yet it reveals how badly delivered to the inferno.
It's like a strengthening gush of fire
explosive
firing
bombarding
hazardous
yet it beautifully happens to exploit its allure and ignite.
Glamour, strength, asset
value of virtue
spirit of blessing
gaze of advantage
gaud to attract..
Afire charmer leads to speech and discourse.
Consult your own self.
Pontificate about your virtue.
Value your worth.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁