Trivial Trial Thought
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As the same auld pain come back on the knoll,
Risks and concerns are all over the ocean.
The waves drown out the penance of the soul,
When my light goes out, a dark muse is woven.
Risks and concerns are all over the ocean,
In September, when the season begins to dwindle.
When my light goes out, a dark muse is woven,
Things were borne as one by wile and swindle.
In September, when the season begins to dwindle,
I have a lot of eager hopes when I aim to sleep.
Things were borne as one by wile and swindle,
At the cliff's edge, striving to let bliss seep.
I have a lot of eager hopes when I aim to sleep,
My pained spirit had become quite frozen.
At the cliff's edge, striving to let bliss seep,
My mind is racing on the rhyming slogan.
My pained spirit had become quite frozen,
With an eerie voice, sing a riddle in the dark.
My mind is racing on the rhyming slogan,
Slow-motion derailment was foreseen stark.
With an eerie voice, sing a riddle in the dark,
Floating in a haze, unfit to flee this blood flow.
Slow-motion derailment was foreseen stark,
I can fix minds, but cracks pull me a seesaw.
Floating in a haze, unfit to flee this blood flow,
I'm submerged and left to fight this fake pain.
I can fix minds, but cracks pull me a seesaw,
Pretty fading follies of ruined reality again.
I'm submerged and left to fight this fake pain,
The waves drown out the penance of the soul.
Pretty fading follies of ruined reality again,
As the same auld pain come back on the knoll.
Written: October 1st, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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