Contagion
That hope gone grotesque… And when I fancy that feel… Sometimes a laugh, then a cry… And all seems a fickle What strikes my mind, at times? Sometimes a desirous venture At other times just a notion… When I subjugate myself inner… Am away from outer Wrapping my heart intensely Contagion in any form I don’t want to get involved When I keep it secure… Like a fetus inside a womb… I just put it inside… No more of wrath… Now I compassionate my feelings Myself, rather than a wandering I feel solemnized in me… No one can love me No one can protect me No one can Care me Being myself I Seek solace in me…