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An Indirect Self Afflicted Tribulation: A Situation Never To Be

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An Indirect Self Afflicted Tribulation: A Situation Never To Be

My lateness once more has caused me immediate damnation, and my unstable state, a product of my lost attention. Overcoming the limitation by doing three person's work at once resulted to a failed manipulation of compressing minutes' activities into seconds just to beat time and achieve punctuality. Reaching for the door with already aggravated emotions. In self caution, I knew something was still missing then I realized it's a stuff I cannot go without. Oh My God! This means, beginning all over again. A complication I most feared in a situation like this. My dwelling place now seem a mansion as even my bedroom has undergone exaggeration which at this moment isn't as accommodating as the habitation I once knew. Starring at the plain surface of the mirror Table gave no answers and already praying for the fruitful termination of this trying time, as I searched among the cosmetic items it harbours. My next location is obviously the wardrobe and even with the intense frustration I was still calm enough to suppress the friction with myself as I searched each and every pocket of my clothing which are all hanging in straight vertical position. And yet, my state gradually reaching exacerbation, cos' there is no answer. In milliseconds, my Pillows are in two corners of the room I prayed for any sort of temptation but not this as the bed calmly accepts my aggressive search of my item which suffers an ungodly abduction. The Investigation continues with a quick scan through my shoes, and finally leaving the room with no appreciation which now looks like a ghetto market of a third world country, a demotion I usually never allow, not until now. The larger sitting room just increased my retardation having hope of finding my "Precious" would be mere hallucination so therefore, I barely did much other than a mere Inspection. Yet, cannot find its location, which simply increased the heap of burning coal on my head. Already tired of exclaiming several holy Indignation careful flash back and calculations of my previous movements yielded no results. "check the Double Seater" was my last thought. And as I acted in submission to that command, the invaluable material surprisingly fell off my shirt My Car Keys!

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  1. Date: 6/13/2012 9:52:00 AM

    I identify! Well done.

    Makama Avatar Funom Makama Date: 6/13/2012 11:59:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thanks
  1. Date: 6/12/2012 6:08:00 AM

    Wow this is very good writing ive never read one like this before. great job

    Makama Avatar Funom Makama Date: 6/12/2012 12:34:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks a lot Brittney
  1. Date: 6/11/2012 8:02:00 AM

    Holy cow. I was a bundle of nerves and panic from your words. This is classic Funom. love, Kathy P.S. I also loved reading the sweet passion of your love poems.

    Makama Avatar Funom Makama Date: 6/11/2012 10:13:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Kathryn
  1. Date: 6/6/2012 2:41:00 PM

    Thanks for your comment Seren Roberts

  1. Date: 6/6/2012 7:44:00 AM

    Oh my so many times i misplace mine lol.