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