Feeble de Imagination
May it be free of me to express such emotion of that which calms my jittered soul, Exercises my inability to fully release equipotent control
Fire burns quietly underneath complicated desire and scampering though my thoughts with a spry of deep meditation creates unbalanced segregation between myself and I, as I find myself mentally suited for the appropriate attire
Trinkets of expectation overflow, and I lay calmness of wise experience on my harden pillow, my dwindling self proclaimed awareness of a talented angry fellow Becomes more and more distant then a yonder hello.
Memories of fatigued energy rewind images of the struggles in my head, snapshots of quiescent laughter becomes my warm milk as I lay this stress to bed,
I pray, not to holiness but to everlasting experience and challenging consequence towards the entity that has birth my existence...
And for this I am a victim of feeble de imagination.
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