misery in verse


Asserted phrases, spewing fumes
Wrecked my soul, none could assume
Was practically silent, but spoke volumes
They Could’ve listened, but turned a deaf ear
Till the hush uprooted a métier
Fingers tapped over querty
rage condensed to tears
weight lifted from the chest
emotions manifested into flair
words rushed out of line
that blinked no less than an eye
all mustered up in a string
setting forth disguised meaning
tempered with rhetoric tincture
alluring the literary binger

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my red flag is when i am at my lowest, cause at that moment i tend to write poems, and this poem briefs all about how my introverted urge to kneel down in an argument results in choking my mind, and to simmer myself down i start writing, modify it in rhetoric manner and convert it in a random art.