Senile riots of thoughts

Haunts my present

A single further step

Could be hostile.

I take it gradually

Holding your arm

Wondering if

You get harmed.

I inhale deep

Gathering my courage

I have to fight

Even it turns volatile.

Arguing against my own

Bruising my childhood keepers

Have to tell them truth

What nature has rooted.

This is for my peace

Inner sanity

That I have to do

For state of tranquility.

 

 

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