Airtight

Thoughts keep thrashing,

The mind comes crashing,

The air taken from lungs.

 

Plans into action,

Words make way,

The way it happens, was meant by fate

And to stop from crashing,

You ask yourself... is this heaven or is this hell?

 

Here's your soliloquy,

Unto God, beseech thee,

This life is all, but one.

 

 

 

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Out of the chaos and termoil

Out of the chaos and termoil of life, you lifted your sights and created a work of art. Well done. Much enjoyed. 

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Appreciative

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! 


Riad Rababeh