Poem: Resurrection of Death

I find freedom in pain of swift thoughts;
Reminiscing my sweet burdened dance;
Stepping at random in spur of drought;
Sparkles so dim that never shines;
Words in askance, then my loosened balance;
Paranoid and nerves startled a glance...

To eat not for sweetened meals;
Banquets over my sheets,
The anxious quill begat my zeal;
Kneeding Knots Knowing Knobs,
Twisting clockwise a path flees;
Empty hall it is now, clumsy halt it is.

I wish it had not stop,
Masquerades swivel slowly;
Acrimony Adds An Age;
My heart upbeats fiery;
A muse for a word,
Hurriedly to the end of my world.

Will they look at me before taking?
Will they smile wickedly as depicted?
Will they obstruct the sun rays as said?
Will they take to liken me obnoxiously ?
Will they drown my confidence as warned?
Will they give this sinner a chance to speak?

Disdain trudges the air;
In vain bridging the judge's ear;
Where the future breeds,
Uncertainty punctures our pleads;
My soul detests death,
My body eager to die!

Where am I heading?
On foot trail, perhaps the sail;
Visions of death I abnegate;
Illusions melt till it negates;
Last words to the relative,
Take my hands, feel like thy last!

By:
Beryl Ace