Inevitability

I fantacise, romanticise

Romanticism, romantic schisms.

Lapses in mentality, from romantic

Fatality.

 

The aggression I display,

Begs to be soothed

Calmed by the touch of

The unprecedented.

To feast my eyes

Upon my future in disguise.

And bathe in the sound

Of the profound, let it whisper,

As it barrages and ravages

My every mind.

 

There will be no peace until then.

But it draws near, I'm sure,

Allow me to lean my everything

On the key stone of my sanity.

Curb the profanity and expel

The depravity.

 

Do not use the word,

It undermines ungraciously.

Revel in the comfort

That the future draws nearer.

An infinite table cloth that will sweep

But not topple,

The stability of hopefulness.

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