The splinter swinging high,
Struck by the lightning of this neutrophilic world.
Here I’m,
An urchin, under the naked parasol
Monstrous Gehenna, profound credence,
Inside the stormed citadel,
Tangled in my own net of thoughts.
I’m haunting,
I’m haunting for the flicker.
Enfeeble and debilitate, badgering continuously.
I want to keep myself safe,
Serpentine and a hedgehog, swirling and snoozing
Demigods.
In this rainy season,
Trying to calm me,
To rejuvenate me with superfluous oomph.
But the Splinter,
Non-sequitur of my thoughts.
Spinning with alacrity, askew
Carpe diem blitzkrieg, towards me, to kill me
It’s haunting me.
Thy jaunt, turned out to be an ordeal
Bete noire, profane by my own thoughts,
Cuss, bleary eyes with fatigue libation.
Entr’acte
My thoughts chafe
Blinding my sights,
In flummox clouds,
Jittery and hawkish, my wits
Déjà vu, trepidation tantamount.
Valhall, I’m coming.
The Escape Road,
Find me just another Escape Road.
