Troubled

If the voices could allow me  

To give ears to the vital murmuring

That finds itself peeping through the walls of my room

And formulate a resultant of hope and enthusiasm

 

If I were allowed

To face the direction of the generating thud

And instrumate it with sheer eagerness

And a heart of anti-guilt

 

For how long will I keep wondering

Wondering to suffer a loss

And pretend effortfully that nothing happened

Behind the scenes ..throwing in towels apparently

# aKaNa (c)2014images

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