Category : Poems

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Bracing for emotional impact,
the odds are stacked in this world of abstract,

I'm fearfully lost and tenaciously feeling the heartbreaking frost,
from the coming shameful double cross,

The weeping winds and shifting turmoils seeping, 
through the open wounds it's reaping,

Anxious rains bring the helplessness pains, 
turning to hail with disdain,

Morphing negation of this system, 
I'm hiding inside this devotion station to avoid the damnation,

The angry cyclone breaking windows as I'm in despair alone, 
without trust to call a home,

The admiration roof disappears, 
the confusion Monsoon shears the sympathy bracing I engineered,

Lifting with overpowering sadness, 
I'm pulled ferociously within this madness,
tossed about with gloomy malice,

The Cathartic Monsoon filled with debris of doom,
spun my grieved mind with miserable plumes,

Lifted within the resigned eye to the emotional top, 
I'm carelessly aloft the calmness of the misery before I drop,

To pick up panicked pace in this now endless fractured race, 
I'm giving in lifelessly to adopt this confused race, 

to let my soul leave this place, 
as my mind is sucked into below with disgrace,
As the connection between becomes too late.