The Ins and Outs
Oh the demise in my condensing absolute abyss
There is no sunrise for the corridors are barely lit...
It is an explosion a debacle of hell,
That I truly dwell in the shadows with demons...
If only my guts could be spewed,
And thus slowly viewed by the many that wander...
A chaotic rage that has surly passed
The decaying stage of collapse...
Emotions that have little or no,
Motions to surface again...
I have the smile of the clown a jester
Who will stand upside down for laughter,
Only to show a frown of neglect...
Oh such sweet sorrows...
If not for the borrows-- I would be vanquished.
A parade of colourful beauty within
The colossal charade of lasting love...
The rivers vividly flow--
And the sun does show its rays of light
The flowers flourish and blossom,
With air so awesome-- aromas that linger
Angels that fly from east to west—
For they are not shy to show their best...
Such divine expressions—and
Devout confessions of the soul...
I am the court jester—
A laughing and loving protester for love.
March.31.2016
For Contest...Who ARE you?
By Catie Lindsey
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