#vary
we've had an assortment of
weather
four seasons converging
together
whence I awoke there
was a coolish
nip
with associated cloud
like winter's
grip
by noon I dressed
in a light
blouse
for the air felt similar
to a summer
rouse
late eve bought
an autumn
feel
south east winds
blew upon my worn
keel
as night approaches
the true spring
lilt
is dancing around
my trunk's
silt
will be interesting to see
what's on tomorrow's
isotherms
as the climes vary in their
statement of
terms
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
I am unknown, still alone.
Experiencing on my own.
No witnesses to validate
My involvement or the weight
Of the choices i've made
Trying to liberate my spirits
With my patterned habits
Only to understand
That i am digging my end
With my crooked tangled hands
But still
My fears and
feelings they tend to vary
And my mind keep changing its mind.
So now i just smile and carry on
Leaving all my worries behind
No one likes to deal with the the unknown
Someone must be manifesting
Because i can't explain my preferences
Disowned , unresting
I have to believe an omniscent is guiding me
So i can truly rest in peace
I don't believe in responsibilities.
Writing is the only way to fruit this fear.
Words Of Harfouchism
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC