Anguish short poem

Uploaded by Stanly Samuel

There is not a space left to withdraw,
For the eyes to draw respite
From seemingly cornering stares
That seem to hold me tight

Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly
That rests to tinker the open savoury
A thought just as unambiguously meandering
Has it’s presence whisked off
Though ultimately tied

All pleasing sighters turn illogically conniving
The urge to bask in open harmony now trampled
Is pushed to fend in an airless prism of induced agony
And the mind falters in design
To suit some needs of imminent ignominy

Sensing cringy breaths of people who had liked
My steps are the first to withdraw from
Harmless assumptions that had got hiked.

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