A Delicate Rhyme

...I'm submerged,images deluging my mind.
...Insanity, hate, passion, love, and I, combined.

All these intimate affairs, and issues, sublime.
...Elicit wisdom, pity and hate of mine.

I want to hope, I want to rely...
...And again in futurity...
...So until the darkness in me is consumed,
Let me trust, the judgement divine.

...And all atheistical me, concludes, at last,
Godly, and venerating signs...
...Such ratification,
for unsung cries of rage in me,
is a delicate rhyme...
...A Delicate Rhyme.

Anymore

There’s no cause for your suspicion
I’d never ask or take from you
Bu in these hours of contrition
How can I mean what I do?

My courage and ambition
I just let it slip right through
With all this pending on a mission
That can only leave me blue

I blur my eyes
I draw the blinds
I yank the sheets up, shut the door
I’m tired of aching
Tired of crying
And I don’t lie here anymore…

Now tremor in submission
When I should just admit it’s true
While we fumble through positions
It’s not me, it isn’t you.

Oh “love is patient
Love is Kind”,
Another world I knew before
I’m not regretfully
Resigned
And I won’t listen anymore…

There’s no cause for your suspicion
I’ve been tried and I’ve been true
But in these hours of contrition
How can I like what I do?

I blur my eyes
I draw the blinds
I yank the sheets up, shut the door
I’m tired of hate
I’m tired of lying
I won’t explain it anymore

“Love is patient,
Love is kind”,
Another world I knew before
You can’t expect me
To rewind
Or to believe you anymore…