A Woundered Heart

Life is full of averse Of course nobody wants to join life adverse How I wish my life is an isle At least there will be no one to arrange outrage in mind’s aisle We walk in troupe Yet within that troupe, others create a troop A troop against me but I always elude I can be specific but I chose to allude Don’t attribute it to fear or panic Just for the sake of being poetic My heart is bedeviled by unknown attacks Is it my paranoia? No, my mind can’t be one of my setbacks I arranged my dreams in my mind’s pocket Where from this pickpocket? If brains had a code Hackers would never go to vacation mode Life is meaningless meaningful Life is interesting sorrowful Someone should give me ale At least, to lessen my ail Give me in excess, I want to be intoxicated I can’t watch life whiles my eyes are naked