Spinning Words

We all have times of stress ….

Spinning Words

In an articulated verbose manner

The rhythmical spinning of words

Subliminally mesmerised my mind

Truth and falsehoods haze idioms

Producing monochromatic notions

Where individuality has no abode

An alternative veiled secret persona

Lurks within cerebral sinister shadows

For the moment locked in self-control

Realities abandoned unconsciously

Through altered deposits of belief

Indoctrinated by controlling feelings

If not for your selfless healing radiance

Strengthening my frail inner defences

The covert nature may have prevailed

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Wow quite an intriguing write here, I like this.
love the last stanza a lot.

[Gee]

This poem hammers home to me just how thick I am.

[Ardra]

He looks like superman heheh.. :)

Mmm as a kid I wondered what kind of machinery is inside us...that does all the work... :)

Even stress makes you write beautiful poems..what else can you ask for...