In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...
Will we find each other when our worlds grow cold?
lost between the there and now...
All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...
You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...
Just for an aeon
I am left, in this moment...
Parallels are delusion
otherwise, roads were endless...
Tomorrow, I will be alone,
but I am not apprehensive...
Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...
It always happens
on an average day...
I am
a pendulum...
The darkness may be heavy,
And you may want to atone...
Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...