Disturbed posture poses
that arose with a mood changed.
No words to say, individually having a bad day.
Peculiar storm of emotions and feelings,
vibing with frustrations and anxieties
in combinations and varieties.
Blurring out raw diggers that pierce the ears
that hears thorns of callous slicing, lacerations
into their hearts causing regretful penetration.
Thoughts mixed with verbiage ringing deeply fierce in love and compassion.
In unity articulating impassioned words
flowing easily off lips not made for written love scripts,
a silent bond of desire for a prosperous empire.