What is mighty and great
Is feeble, and the high
Is merely just a low, and I
Was left as an unsightly mess
After a stupendous tsunami
Of amalgamated emotions
Has entirely devoured me in a
Fleeting second; loud sirens
Wish not to exacerbate
But to hinder the havoc
That will surely occur
Once the growing desire
To finally liberate what
Has been kept and hidden;
The mind defiantly refuses to
Heed warnings, for a maelstrom
Of rejection compared to
That of regret that is so sheer
Is a far better choice
And for this reason I
Fervently wish that I will
Be given the opportunity so I
Can go beyond just a spark
And then commence a wildfire
For now I am a mess in misery
As I wait for the stars to
Align, and the shackles to bid adieu
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
What is mighty and great
Is feeble, and the high
Is merely just a low, and I
Was left as an unsightly mess
After a stupendous tsunami
Of amalgamated emotions
Has entirely devoured me in a
Fleeting second; loud sirens
Wish not to exacerbate
But to hinder the havoc
That will surely occur
Once the growing desire
To finally liberate what
Has been kept and hidden;
The mind defiantly refuses to
Heed warnings, for a maelstrom
Of rejection compared to
That of regret that is so sheer
Is a far better choice
And for this reason I
Fervently wish that I will
Be given the opportunity so I
Can go beyond just a spark
And then commence a wildfire
For now I am a mess in misery
As I wait for the stars to
Align, and the shackles to bid adieu
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