Mixed up, muddled down, mediocre feelings
Keen eyes which gaze aimlessly in doubt
At these words worthy of a sleuth
Sure expressions of truth now hidden
And without subject, there is nothing to write about
No anger, no joy, no pain, no noose
No muse,words untamed and loose
None prevails, all crossed words that come not out
Like crabs in a barrel they just scramble and ramble
And without subject, there is nothing to write about
This wide- master bowler; Duck- diva batsman
Noble no-ball nemesis; maiden-less thrower
Over’s-whore, with futile hopes to cause a re-route
Of hidden emotions, be it, memories or aspirations
For without subject, there is nothing to write about
Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
Keen eyes which gaze aimlessly in doubt
At these words worthy of a sleuth
Sure expressions of truth now hidden
And without subject, there is nothing to write about
No anger, no joy, no pain, no noose
No muse,words untamed and loose
None prevails, all crossed words that come not out
Like crabs in a barrel they just scramble and ramble
And without subject, there is nothing to write about
This wide- master bowler; Duck- diva batsman
Noble no-ball nemesis; maiden-less thrower
Over’s-whore, with futile hopes to cause a re-route
Of hidden emotions, be it, memories or aspirations
For without subject, there is nothing to write about
Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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