Description: these are my youthful frustrations, in my own words, its a vent, and is harder to write here than in my room, when sometimes I cannot sleep without unloading, no matter how exhausted; theres no hope of sleep until I've taken my head for a shit!
heralded by indigo smatters of light
it becomes apparent that my feet trudge the mud, and so they trundle on
Is it too late to dream of fulfilment ?
as the light changes
into my monster
and throttles
the tiny plan
encompassed within my bosom
realised by the skies
mushed into mantra
molded and (bored) into
luscious lemon litters
embroiled memoirs titter
scourging palms
begging not to miss
thats the way my heart bumps
with each jaded embrace
So easy to be jaded. Difficulty is found in unreasonable happiness. You are blessed. Even though this is a rant and you feel as if you interenal mirror of the cosmos has shattered a DNA blueprinted construct of your dreams, your writing has improved. I like the word choice here nad the aliterarion and rhyme are tasteful. Peace
Submission Name: 5.30 (dog walk)
