Walking down the lane led by plasmic glow.
Flooded by memories ,my walk tends to slow.
I stop to admire this colossal growth.
My love for my beloved and my silent oath.
There are times when clouds get dark,they never look nice.
You look up , wish for a change, though you know its unwise.
The day you said it , my reflex acted in a trice.
Now I wish I never mirrored ,a curse in disguise
But,here I stand, mocking this colossal growth
When I just cant express,why do I loathe?
I wish I purge this numbing thought.
Though I gulp the liquid…. there remains the froth
Lost in trance, becoming times’s prey….
doomed to darkness,though a sunny day…
Playing my part in his meticulous play…
What am I made of??? china clay??
Brimming with content my eyes would close…
casting shadows of fraying fun I willingly chose..
Relishing the silence as I conquer remorse
Thanking those moments that set things straight.
For you yourself are your own bait;
That fish that is not caught thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I
Inspired by John Dunne’s ” The Bait”
By :RAM~Knight 4ever