By Kelvin K. K.
I plead temporal insanity
An apt excuse for my vanity
I’m chasing after a mirage
Putrid sweat on my visage
Deep whence love prevail
I toil to settle a turmoil;
To calm a tempest in my soul.
I wish a break, a moment of peace
From restlessness: this imbalance
I ain’t a complete set
As I’m not whole in heart
Need a soul-mate to complement
My person to fulfill
Hence my purpose reveal
Amongst the zillion,
Maybe beyond Zion,
Awaits an angel, my own,
God-given,
To teach me happiness.
But whence, my lady,
Art thee now?
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