A Humane World

How is it viable that life could alter the course, from people to people? What makes you quiver in the middle of the night to play with my agony? Until it is encircled by a wing of misery. That has decayed when I embrace the gloom to reach you. Even though I may find hillsides to be the Snowden, As I scream out a chuckle, the humming torrent, from the Empyreans stopped. Be that they are on a brainless creative path, as this might, What's more, there was a strand of the first dawn, daylight as I got to it, In either case. I can visually perceive an expanding synergy within the grace before the murkiness that Involves me in the dolefulness. O, I love behaving with mate's optical discernment. But whatever story could be, the enraged planet Is making a beeline for the egress. Forlorn, exhausted, paused, abstracted, and stress. In a world full of velveteens placed overarches, absurdity reigns supreme. The Spectra in Solitude of even a Young Dreamer With a dazzling sense of vision, I'm expecting the end of the world. To find my way into the norm of emotions, Withal. I'm on my way to another light pole. Where you make the most out of my verses. Decorate my hardbound book with your scripts. Dramatic Monologue poetry form only. Sponsored by: Beata Agustin 2nd place contest winner Date written: 02/26/2021 Dramatic Monologue Edward Ibeh