Autumn leaves Falling on the crease Ceasing life To put to rest The burden of crest Wailing wounds Beholding unrest Causing to spur For inevitable to uproar Hailing life To welcome death. In response to Eugie’s weekly prompt.
A touch of kindness A tinge of generosity A tact of forgiveness An abundance of gratitude Illuminating the alley of Hope.
Birds singing hymns To call upon the mercy Of The Benign.
Building walls around our mind Impairing our sensibility Poisoning our thoughts Paralyzing our attitude Stinking our language Puking rebellion The odium
Harsh behaviour Bitter tones Brutal words Twisting and wiggling souls Grinding in to a vicious cycle.
Trying to turn over the table Upon the tenacity of the tyrants Thriving for timely triumphant.
Dreaming dynamic dare Discovering the demure Demistifying delicacy.
Tired and lost Low energy Depressing mode Itching to go out Have some fun decode These endless lock downs Seem uncontrolled Burdening our souls With stress unsure.
Careless people Moving freely Resulting great dangers Mocking the catastrophe.
Wipe out tears Rekindle the hope Be kind, be humble Let your humility cope Respect others, be a saviour Don’t hurt people with your harsh behaviour Be polite , be gentle Don’t let your temper dismantle Be grateful to our creator Let’s have portable demeanour.