Chase

 Chase

-Miss A

Breathe, the ice will reflect the light
Emerging from your eyes
In the midst of trauma that rides
For the heat in bones marks delight
Chase the sound, chase the will
Wherever the beat you can hear 
Chase the aroma, the power, the trill
It's the best option there's no one there.
Like the trumpets, being blown
And it's rhythm matching your own
It's just the melody is stuck somewhere
Being reflected back and forth, rocking, lost.
But it's in a riddle you know
Your desire to reach the longitude
Chase it, till you can accept the gratitude
For not everyone can lead a path of the unknown.
Make a choice, bless yourself, be scared and leave
Or be ready to break the chain
When you cross the boundaries, you heave
Hyperventilate, for you're there, watching time drain.
But you a moment to realize, 
You are just a novice
In the league of masters.
But you shine, for you choose the mayhem and crisis.
Ready to be trained, the new way
Except the tips won't work as your decoy.
How beautiful is the knife?
It could cut you food, could cut you enemies.
What are you thinking? You can't understand...
I see myself cut my ropes for my wants.
I will blame all this on me
And see myself becoming unforgettable in your time
You won't be able to destroy me
Because I got the power to write this tragedy myself.


Comments

  1. Atarax10 April 2021 at 04:06

    Sometimes your poetry confuses me but then I remember its all fiction😂

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