PLETHORA OF RIGMAROLE

 

I sought myself in the dark 

a faint light reflecting my soul

we are the downfall of our destines 

uneasy lies the head that wears the crown 

a tragic waste of a profound future 

a dithyramb in a wedding procession 

a tragodia for a couple’s dance 

let the canon fly, let it hit their soul 

we keep preaching and burn bridges 

pointing fingers and calling others leeches 

eating meals not alloted to us 

everyone is a killer joy 

a rescinded heart bled humanity 

a dark soul repels genuine love 

we are the architects of our own downfall 

a light house forgetting to illuminate 

a character at the verge of extinction 

a versatile actor restricted to being villain

life is a plethora of rigmarole

our resolve is in our demise 

the shackles on our feet is tightly tied

we stealth when we ought to fly 

our mind is the limitation that consumes us

caging the realities of our existence 

@talk2leigh

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5:03am

13 Aug 2025