we blame emotions...blame them for the crimes we commit...for the overflow....fr the broken dam....
this poem is a product of my heleplessness...as i surrender myself to the might and whims of...
UNTAMED EMOTIONS







UNTAMED EMOTIONS

Hopelessly, I sob and weep.
Haplessly, I cry and sleep.

Watchfully, I gaze at time.
Wistfully, I glare at the tide.

Doomed, I behold sanity.
Denied, I search acceptance.

Wanton, I lust after chastity.
Forsaken, I disown my destiny.

Willing, I cling to life.
Living, I cross the line.

Meandering, I fathom my reach.
Grueling, I predict my halt.

Solitude, I find in chaos.
Serenity, in the jostle within.

Ecstasy billowing inside my corpse.
Delirious joy brewing my spirits.

Liberation, I seek in confinement.
A discharge, through the cleft amidst.

Passions, I yearn to tame its storm.
Detain its marauding ways.

Failure, though I unearth eventually.
A void dwells in me as residue.

Mightier, it grows with each encounter.
Gallant, whenever it seizes my being.

Glorious, I never could become
Volatile, my tears befall.

Pitiful, alas! I am tamed instead.
Timid even in isolation.

Incessant, is the clash within
The saga, eternal and reverberate.