P - Third Part of Expense Series
P is the third part of Expense, the acrostic series.......
Practically, my cup is half full instead of half empty, but I am proven
wrong! I’m swimming in the river of my emotional debt mixed with other
distinctive debts…doused in drastic dread! Is this reality in a nut shell or is
this frankly living hell? Where does your high spirits truly dwell? Keep in
clean, you gutter mind of a foolish man in PRISON for committing HURTFUL
crimes – he has to pay up so much – his expense is SKY-HIGH, but he is
not shy to pay it up and he longs to fly again with un-tattered wings, but
fails greatly due to HIS poor decision making…who knows why he did the
things he did, which leads to his ultimate consequence – his absence of
life…the aftershocks of his death still haunts the prison to the extreme-est
of the extreme! He haunts and taunts all that come in – once you’re in, you
never, ever come out no matter what! My noggin is runnin’ wild in circles
and my mind is whirling like a seething storm that’s body-quaking me…
controlling me like a steel-made robot…these particular pangs of regrets
makes my guilty conscience overflow with low self-esteem and anguish…
lamentation has fallen upon us all! We all must stand tall…remember to
brave & hop over our obstacles optimistically and assertively like a horse
during his training for the biggest race he has ever trampled into! Do you
have any clue what I’ve been through? My notions that are spinning around
in my brain is like the vegetables, water & the spices, mixing well & swell
into a stew, restoring peace to my verse…Is my life a gift or a curse? Is my
life overflowing with mirth? I wish I can give a portion of it on Earth to
avoid making destructive actions…I need several tragedies in reverse to
settle me down and make complete my fulfillments! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey
dens or hives! I’ve been losing my mind since the day of my birth and so on
and so forth! Need I say more? I have so many research projects to
explore! There is so much GOLD to find! Maybe I’m just a boy, tattered,
torn and sadly, blind! I hope you don’t mind, Lord – forgive me, oh Lord of
Accord! I need to just forget and forgive the past & move forward in the
guiltless future! I NEED TO RUN THE EXTRA MILE LIKE A RUNNER, REACHING
TO THE FINISH LINE! Give me the strength to move on! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey
dens or hives! I WANT TO RUN THE EXTRA MILE LIKE A RUNNER, REACHING
TO THE FINISH LINE AND I’M FEELIN’ FINE WITH MY HEART, POUNDING
WITH DREAD-LESS AND UNEXPIRED DETERMINATION…NOT EVEN TIRED….
OH no, not at all – I run with my pack of wolves and I’m as sturdy as a
wall, giving it my all…
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