Dark shades of winter grey coupled
with Milton gone astray.
Twilight greys of olde as I read
Dante's trilogy where I can get my fix of medieval plays.
Only that of an Shakespearian influencial spray of kisses and notes fly as kicks into all of such play.
While only to display such utter resonance of ryhme, logic, reason and stoic cries of a tiger in symmetry in a Blake'd harmonies hymns.
What a limerick does as all from Mr Longfellow to that Steinbeck who birthed such a willow of characteristics of a bygone 15th to 17th fellows who knows an Arthurian prose.
About the Creator
Cages of Emotions
Fear is a beast An hungry one at that Feasts on the liver first Keeping dreams grounded Never to take flight Sadness comes in to visit in tow With depression Then anger sets in To fight the denials Scaring away all hope and happiness Pains is felt all over As dreams seem to seep away In silence But what are we without them What are vessel without its content What are human without emotions Nothing But mere emptiness A dried husky shaft Yet with emotions, all focus is lost All strategy ridden with flaws All aims at the target is off All thinking is less that straight As we bend under emotional weight We are but cages of wild emotions That would never stay put As Fear joust with reason Anger with calmness Sadness trying to overcome happy states Depression over clouding motivation We humans docile vessels Of emotional party animal Feel the turbulence within As all emotions fights To be the first one out And when they do come out Anger manifest in fury of punches Fear manifest in flight As happiness in tear of joy Making the world a zoo Of emotional experiences Seen in dramatic expression In every single Cage
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