Post #5595

Cold Feet As a mumbled day roars into the night You awe at turmoil within sight You rally hope deciphering in blind And snap dead over guilty grind You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined While a stone numbs you too in hind You are a masquerade charade of a time Also drowned in an unworthy slime - All that gained in revolt to a tornado A subtle breeze oozes in A drop from the eye Mind over matter into An invisibility you shatter As crippled regards for matters of mind You fall a shadow to own reflection And curse the mirror in drab fashion Thus you summon An adventure into the night Within all the while Chatters anger your fright. #review