My dreams existed because I wanted them to
my laws determined but they were all that people wanted to sue.
I put on my lovely, fluffy attire
my humor is put to rest but still I let out a little joke of old age satire.
I want to be this person that I am looking at now before me
the mirror appears to shadow my true self;
this is not who I truly and genuinely want to be.
My mind has created a monster of no will
life has come to approach me and it handed me my last and final bill.
Look at the bright side, everything is originally bitter sweet
it isn't up to my circumstances, the conditions don't seem to agree or meet.
Don't have your eyes growl at mine in so of a form
your soul is locked in a cage and your body is caged in a dorm.
Shower these wishes; destine those dares!
What am I even saying...
No one even cares.
I cut my already wounded skin so sharp with a knife and it lets out its venom
it is my rib cage that is doomed in, and my heart has becone trapped in a plenum.
This is my verge to be
because what I reach for, I cannot always see.
I try to always let my blood drain thin
because I would want to remain my body clean and pure, not a haunting sin.
I shall refuel my life with the people I love
because what I don't like, I'll definitely rid of.
Hey, and you know what?
this time, I'm gonna go ahead and follow my gut.
This is the bittersweet symphony I sing,
If there is something of your dislike, please don't let it sting
for I have done this for years
like it's my go-to,
like it's my thing.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
