The "Spared Lives" question my main motive, and I say, " It's because
You couldn't stop me."
Clumsy you, they ask why I fell, and I replied, " Why did you ever
Drop me?"
From others it stays hidden and overridden by my confusion
On how to share it,
How does one bare it?
So I declare it, not as a loss or a win but as a significant growth
From within,
Though this mad house has sheltered the many shades of my
Grin.
Chasing cars slightly provoking road rage,
Charming as a prince freed from a toads'
Cage.
How will the show go on if the theatre loses its'
Props?
Told to never miss a beat even when the music
Stops.
Feisty seekers of disclosure learn the secrets of
Exposure,
Controlling chaos, I've become composer of
Composure.
Giving up the ghost and all possessions that appear to be
Haunted,
Fighting the desire for needful things even the ones we never
Wanted.
Accepting karma while calling her out of her
Name,
Is "Love" to blame?
If Cupid chooses not to reload, will I then perfect my
Aim?
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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