The Last Rhyme

An idea aroused again
In the very hope to become li’l sane
An idea has aroused again
As a solution to this disordered mind or brain

the plan is to write some rhyming line
with figure of speeches just quite fine
fine enough for it to sound good
for the readers to digest this thought food

but is it really gonna work
or just another hopeless lurk
lurk for the desire of some applause
by the disordered one’s
owning restless minds without pause

by the end of this confusing rhyme
I hope to reach to a certain time
Time in which I need no more thinking
Time in which I am almost sinking
Into the unknown but awareness quite bright
Into the darkest of myself with a conscious light

In the last rhyme of this poem
I would let it be known
If the idea is working on its own
If the flowering is possible with this lil seed sown

This is last rhyme here
The result is what we both fear
Yes it has not worked it seems
Not so easily does anything redeems

Depressing isn’t it as you read
No writing doesn’t solves problems mind-fed.
But yes it triggered certain inner peace
Which is on the level where words uselessly cease.

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