Impetuous Kill

A poem of wander

Every day I meet swashbuckler people

Showing their madcap inveterate manners,

Knowing that I’m not a placid person

Destroys my will and kills my ego.

 

Time taught me how to increase my patience

Handling revilement is such a difference,

Trying to open the closing curtain

And accept that attitude is under deviation.

 

When cavalier people tried to affront me

And pulled down my entire capabilities,

I’ve tried  to asked them the ill on me

They looked too uncertain, empty, yet rude.

 

Continuous living is purely my choice

Regardless of sometimes diffidence inside,

Knowing that time would easily fly

Just letting go of things with conflagrate teary eyes.

 

Thinking I should live in full serenity

Singing to music vintage all along,

Assurance that the living could hardly reach me

Subsisting myself until I can see.

 

Still so flummox to the things around me

And decision is just a fading memory,

I’m following the different forms of influx

Still I’m standing and moving to the my fore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[AK]

Stunning poem! I find it very intriguing and original. Your choice of words is brilliant! Keep writing!