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A blotch of blue on a patch of white
I used to scribble verses, petite
Not one, not two,
But too many to few.

They rhyme
They chime
They jingle
They mingle
with the million songs of the world

They get into my ear
play into my soul
and kindle me to write the untold

Yet I struggle
with chains in shackle
I lament about the other
which contain to thyself

I build the mountains
put them up a pedestal
look up and feel abysmal
of my unfortune moments
that keep fattening and tense

As they loom up to altitude 
I frown into doom,
Doom that's dark and uncertain
Or that which I call future.

I pace around in anger
of my fated future
that seemingly sulks
but when I sit and opine
I realise, it is my mind
that plays unto my joy
my mind that scars my heart
and adds streaks of suffering
into my life.

I decide not to lie,
not to comply
but thrive
in what I contrive
to let go of the mountains
renouncing joy for a pedestal
that worth nothing 
but a miserly mind 
and a heart of self-doubt.


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  1. wonderful rhyming scheme. ABAB is too hard to replicate. Shows ur immense language prowess!

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  2. wonderful rhyming scheme. ABAB is too hard to replicate. Shows ur immense language prowess!

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