He tossed and turned
Paced. Raved. Ranted.
Anger clawing at his soul.
Words after words he spewed.
He was after all, he said,
Just playing a role.
So why the angst,
The smarting,
The wanton spewing?
Ah, grasp! Life is greater than self,
Not all will feed
His rapacious ego brewing.
Indubitably,
There are those copious
Cavernous moments to fill
No raison d’être, no harbor -
Yet he follows perambulate
Acute acerbity to the kill!
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2 comments:
What a wonderful, poetic way to vent, Preeti! :))
A perfect rejoinder to one who critiques less and frets more! ;-)) Some spewing!
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