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Poetic Version- Scathing Hidden Seems

scathing hidden seems

Outer peace lost long ago
intrinsic thoughts became scary
being a slave of time
somewhere hidden pain arrived

coming days with, no follow an idea
I am tight-lipped without ticking my chimera
colors on the outside of elation
aghast like black pretends to be weird

heart pumping with speedy thoughts
again I don't; to be used with heartache
a bit seems to be the horror
as no one to rescue from them

concluding my eye, a murky seems too visible
rupture my eye, yet no change
when the light of day starts with a shine
rembles it can burn with its existence

consistently positive vibes zest away
when negativity is on his way
how to cure of this I wonder
alongside question leave its space