Terrible tale of tolerance in Tranquillity,
Mighty and mammoth moaning of morality.
Damsel of dramatic depression kept digesting,
Thoughts half cultured and half asleep.
Something lost, something left beneath an innocent tree,
Something, I found crawling underneath the blinking silk.
Prayers kept on a hopeful hill,
Layers of piled up molded shadows with spoonful of thrill.
Burdened core of a marvellous mist,
Dripping of sleepless fright, folded night once sounded bright.
Clock whispered about the clueless time,
Time never confessed, about future that might.
Mingling of slipping words forgot to mean,
Wandered furiously inside the throat then out in the alley.
Derivational disguise which caused calm of psych,
It all mattered once upon a life.
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Spontaneous Overflow
Poetrychildish attempt to gather random analogies to form nothing. just like life, It will not mean but just be. It is vague but it isn't hard. It is simple, It is poetry.
