Out and Under Control

A depiction with metaphor style about anxieties and circumstance.

Torn and tethered pieces of cloth

Aside a beautiful verge

Accustomed thoughts have all prevailed behind an earthly veil

 

Your memories and thoughts of unfitted precious life

They leave me left apart and nearly dead inside

My humble accounts for words not of the mouth

As you perch about sorrowfully near

I lift my head and start to shout

Although my love in you is fear

 

Your obligation to uphold

A kind and sweet heart of gold

Never ever said a word

 

Please pass me by this time

I freight no

I’m ok and I take the grain of salt

 

Instincts kick in and I am no more

No more space, no body

Threatened and offended by disembodied apprehensions

Nor more fearful of your position

 

Obliged by your condition and abnormally offended

Flattery mocks me

Distracted and distant

Your status is changing my apology

 

Yet my humble heart floats unspoken

For intellectual importance

I collapse in blind distinction

 

I’m shocked that you’re misled to believe in that which is non existent

Words of resent I wish I could have spoken

I collapse in blind distinction

The dinosaur is an emotion of mental extinctions