MY BLAME TO TAKE
Stuck within the bosom of the icy wilderness,
The blame it is I take for being so consistently reckless,
Plans all burst with no reliance,
Bleak is the promise land beaming with strict compliance.
Stuck at the distinguished seasons of an infinite crossroad,
Confusion mounts all over with indefinite blast of cold,
My blame I embrace tightly like a constrictor to its prey,
In the rain it seemed like I chose to make my very own hay.
Fair is the concept of life when the going is good,
Diversion a bit compares to a tree chopped down for wood,
Hard it is to embrace my blames like I do,
Peaceful would be the mind when the time to swap realms is highly due.
Uniform is the way the mind of the living tends to work,
In the cold darkness my difference is taking a walk,
Dead is the luck that's meant to grace me for my efforts,
My blame it is to bear amidst the discomfort of being surrounded by snakes and their juggernauts.
My fault it isn't for the circumstances I face,
Mind made to race unstoppably like lab rats in a maze,
The blame it is yet for me to take,
To whom would I look upon to help eat out of this cake?
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ONCE UPON A TIME
PoetryONCE UPON A TIME is a 3-in-1 poem collection circling around Reality, Love, and Horror. The compiled poems are not in any way interrelated with one another, although they portray the aura of being the best in their respective categories. Do enjoy as...
