Poetry: One could


Fortuitous words of solemn joy

through my eyes must abscond delightful thoughts

embed rough patches of solace within me

one could turn and blend desire inside.


Nostalgic turn, and I am down

and I ascend to find my function,

grasping an idea that leaves me tired

one could turn and escape the dire site.


With sparks that distract who I am

searching for my beginning slate

with anguish and turmoil and I can’t give in

one could turn and self-serve and leave their side.


Expectation of a soul dipped in tranquil

and enriched with potent motivation,

carving a deserved fate with bare love

one could turn and stop and seal the failure.

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