Within opulent oblivions of misconceptions
We lay the dormant dreams of redirections
Factitiously falling into the antagonizing abyss
Relinquishing the love we misguidedly miss
In search of illusions of celestial spheres
Vacant voices voided within emptying ears
Still, I’m falling through jaded judicial jells
Where baleful beasts show us hidden hells
In corrosive corners of our inner dark
We spot a pinhole of a sedulous spark
Thus we salubriously stand thundering tall
For we shall not fatuously faultlessly fall.
May.16.2017
MAYTIME STANDARD CONTEST any theme any form max of 25 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
redirections, analogy, identity, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme