Cornered in fusing abundance
Trapped in ebullience mystified
Or wander in wanting hollowed self
Alone in dullness liberalized
Try to set me free from thoughts
With some prospective find
Or push me further into grinds
With stories from the hind
.
.
Frenzied or jaded words I pen
Heightened at their best
I pour it all in that adience
And soothe my soul in haste
To close my eyes for a heavy sigh
Jubilating over vibes in glee
Or grieve for some sorrow deep
To tend to self and see
.
.
In a while they dress different
And soon they cause no glee
Or stir me with their cast
Whatever form they be
Leave me deeply wounded
With their unappealing forms
I search more meaning in them often
And rethink my writing norms.
