Nina Ann Mathew Poet Free verse

Beyond Brains

BEYOND BRAINS

Oh! my poor soul! Worn out of what I am?
A loop of having evil after wicked!
My mood riding the rollercoaster,
Fearless and being gearless.

Who wants to take up the responsibility?
Science or spiritual, sigh is never.
Pushed to a cliff of crocodiles.
Abashed with what have done in.

On the mossed rock I sit, legs crossed,
Waiting for an answer from above
Who wants to unleash the evil,
and bring in the spring of joy?

 I sensed a cold hand on my shoulder 
Brought warmth to my hilarious heat. 
“It’s just the Monthly One!” shook me up,
Realized the ridicule, shutting my eyes,
Feeling daft of mulling over.

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Beata Agustin September 2, 2024 at 7:30 AM I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.