The chaos that surrounds me
The sense of disorganisation unfolds
The light that infiltrates me
The fear of what not done
My father’s health berates me
The youth that trickles downstream
The quiet voice from within me
The volcanic dream I chose to suppress
The ladder’s height which torments me
The stairwell to heaven sublime
The success which tries to find me
The ballerina’s dance lost to a rhyme
The exercise unravels me
The genetic DNA unfolds
The miracles stand before me
The forgiven temperament of my mind
The battle I see around me
The poverty stricken with depression in their eye
The ease of being given
The laze I battle like a sty
The astral traveller grounded for this fight
The focus of not a stranger
The written word which has great might
The injury of frustration
The complex addiction I embrace
The palm like leaf fortune
IT MATTERS not only what’s written on your face
PALICE 25.10.14
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