In the midst of the rain, the heart sunk
Followed by an unknown madness
The will to do or not to do,
Surrounded by!
Heavy on steps, slower on thought
Breeding within like red wrought.
It’s an entity, eating inside
As the pacman does with pellets.
Mazes are weak, unreliable at times
Don’t know from where it leads to prime.
Creates a milieu, never heard off!
Difficult it is- to clean mind’s trough.
Killing the exult, it shrews us away
A half hearted success what everyone say..
Provenance of bitterness,
Last messenger of misery,
It loiters around in a way or two...
Reluctant to bid-adieu!
