In ambiguity of my own state..
Wheres the break to this stake
I'm so unrested so rake...
Round and round the effect shallows my jest
All around spikes I manifest
pulpilations so dense
so quickly I take offense
so quickly I misread the trace
Multi Parallel Universe...
Im not here, I'm In the adverse verse
Thats why the poem is Free Verse
Is it a curse,
Of the overcrowded Mind, cloudy lense?
I'm in Coerce..
Fierce obessense
Epiphany moment is my bless...
Why do I stay in such defence?
Why do I analyse the frantic trends?
This creates such a insane fence...
So dense ..
So crease...
It's easy to offense ...
Its all such a aimless race.