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Paroxysm I

Yore, I heard the avians crooning the dawn chorus
It was a daybreak
The sky was a different shade of blue

In that serenity
The aroma was pristine
Rendering me idyllic

I frolicked through the woodsAiming for that brightest star
Amid the azure, cloudless sky

I jumped with joy
And I danced in glee
As my heart drubbed all the while

The breeze at the briny
Caressed me gently like a painter's stroke
I felt sheer

Credulous was I
That life was beautiful
I continued to thrive until.......

Paroxysm II

Until the gust put the candles out
A silhouette turned the sky tenebrous
The breeze at the briny was no longer zephyr
The seashells at the shore, all void inside

The air grew thick as I gasped
The ghouls mocking at me
The blood rampaged through my viens
It rained all scarlet as the storm showed its cruelty

The wicked fate of mine always conceals the things I yen for
Leaving me dazed and marooned

With no one to nurse me in times of my flounder and despair
With no home to quench my thirst
With no creed to follow
With no minx to daydream of
With no brawn to show my wrath
This life is nothing but merely a murky mess of zilch

With bloodshot eyes I unfurl my emotions burried deep somewhere below
With escalating agony, I flare and yell at the top of my lungs
With a wry expression, I remember the bygone moments of bliss

Still I repudiate the mercy of these wily souls, for I doubt what they've hidden under their sleeves
Still I forgo their false hopes, for I've found their spyhole
Still I yell and sway with this twinge in my head

And then I pupate amidst the pitch dark night
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Submitted on March 08, 2017

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