D.O.T.S (Drowning On The Surface Pt. 2)
Part 2
Inhale St. Elmoe's fire and it
Tickles me,
Ignorant to hope maturity would branch
From such a fickle tree.
No longer pleased with the human that
I passed for,
So here goes the menace that you
Asked for.
The purpose of previous visitations was to
Check on my progression,
Your checklist reckons I'm reckless ensuing
Every session.
Secretly confined to solitaire after suspicions
Ratted,
Padded cell with a slight chance of windows
Ever being added.
Mindful of the gameplay, though you exclude me
From the huddle,
A frenzy coated by amnesia due to the departure from
My shuttle.
A peaceful warrior adorned by war
Paint,
My inherence procreates a confab over my
Infectious taint.
With nothing left technically I should be
All right,
Awareness of your succor and the circumstance
Of it being all spite.
Naive to spot who spiked the sucker
Punch,
Reclaiming a train of thought conveyed through
A conductor's hunch.
Resist the arrest of my development while you
Fight me off,
Restoration initiated when you pencil me in
Erasing how you write me off.
The hunter assimilates the rapture of the
Captured,
No given thought to the ego that it
Fractured.
Incoming curiosity tempting to lead this cat
Outdoors,
Fathom an eradicated vessel up stream
Without oars.
The swelling verity subsided avoiding any
Mental grasp,
Falsehood shattered posthaste emphasizing a less
Gentle clasp.
Reserve seats to the theatre of my mind
Preferably in the way back,
Would it be preposterous if the needle became
Accustomed to the haystack?
About the Creator
Michael avant
Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.
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