A
little bird spotted that morning shine,
beside
me.
Overwhelmed
to bleed,
But
the blood’s host still unveiled,
That
condition resolving tears,
from
frighten eyes,
Tiny
legs were sparting,
As
a pronging vibrator.
I displayed out of my emotive notion,
watching
and watching,
Trenched
simultaneously along the watch.
My
restless mild tears,
Causing
blurred view.
Totally
off the way actually thinking towards the cause,
Just
pronely watched over my empty brain.
Wanted
to help,
But
feared of Its enhancer.
Left
from the only idea.
But
still continued staring by that unfortunate shame,
thinking
and thinking.
Felt
my synopsis vibrating,
By
a single question,
“what
to do?”, “what to do?”,
I
wanted but I couldn’t.
And
now here’s nothing to do.
These
were the fourteen minutes,
For
lifetime thinking and lifetime shame…..