The baseline rumbles, On the edge of the jungle. The impact of war waged sways, As rage pulsates. It sends shockwaves, Along the edge of the ravine; One way. As parts lie empty.
Bouncing from the silhouette of the mountain’s top. Against the stratosphere. It’s shakes the atmosphere. The yells and screams are fragments that leave arms pent They flail against the wind.
The sounds of drum and cymbal, mimic gun sounds. Tossing round after round. They tremble against the background, The backdrop serves as stage prop. It fades into the skybox. As with the setting sun.
Mines lie hidden beneath the grass No gun fire, no shots gun blast To surround the compound, Of the battlegrounds.
A quiver, a shake that ripples along the corridors of the morgue. But no chaos ensues against the moor. There’s no roar against the floors of the uncultivated land.
It’s boxed in. Labeled fragile, Like glass encased. It’s encapsulated.
I mean; even up equals down Although I’m high as a plane. I’ve reached an all time low. The glow I once possessed, Extinguished. For reasons other than my own.
Still humility flourishes for the sake of it. But, how much more must I take of this. Shall I continue to take this shit. On set rehearse my skit; Feels like I’m made for this. Unreal: how I feel so empty within.
So when it clears out Seems like it’s clear out It shines like crystal. But if clouds part ways Oh dear What’s left will be revealed.
I choose the wrong friends, Too many loose ends; Leave the laces frayed at the edges. Companionship is like a date with abandonment issues there unsettled. It’s like a drought, without A chance of rain in sight.
But a gift comes in many forms. To many rigid bones leave The coffin’s contents exposed. Should I sell my soul to have my dreams unfold Never. Life is like an exclamation Surprises are inevitable. One that violently animates a beautiful Calamity.
Beyond disaster There Lies beauty to match it. The beautiful disaster.
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