My Wrist
Knocking across my abilities
That I could find it tough
The battle to play in no time
My wrist dissipating out of power
To watch the surroundings of ours
Such that my hand less weighed
Although no stretch made possible.
Thinking within my instincts
Where I should search some options
The decision to put into action
Oh medulla! Why no pathway?
To create some streams of ideas
For I felt too overwhelmed
Regardless that I got a relief.
Waving through my oceans
All the flows zero viscous
The length to alter no frequency
Getting myself move steady
Moving in a manner of disbelief
One of my organs hearing a relief
Strengthening a progress being chief.
Looking behind the windows
No creature would be visible
Such a view to loudly shout at
Eyes smelling the sound of bitterness
Having myself dance in betterness
'cause it led me fully relaxed
And finally my wrist had relieved.
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