His heart is being squeezed to flattening;
Emotions: agitated to rumble like thundering.
Poor eyes! Yielding to everything’s temptation,
Obliging rain of sentiment to run its operation.
The speaking love has brutally put to a mute,
In its place, lurks the surreal calls which loot
His wimpy attention only to react to hollow home
With a frozen warmth that he yearns to gnome.
Stultifying silence rules his dilapidated shelter
The mumbling words of his innocent son just linger
Playing hide and seek in the ears of his shrunk heart
Pumping in nostalgic euphoria to a longing wait.
Love of his lady is gone with physical disappearance,
Agonizing his heart on the slightest reminiscence.
He forces eyes shut to ward off the temptations
Of literal breakdowns provoked by violent emotions.
Solitude has subjugated his inmost blissfulness;
Substituting it with unprecedented weariness,
Evoked by viciously undeniable life circumstance,
Mendable , yet snatched his commendable pleasance.
His childish playfulness has diminished to reclines,
Engulfed in bizarre thoughts on his solitary line,
Craving for a sooner retrouville that’ll gift ecstacy,
Consoling his lonesome soul with ensured serendipity.