LEFTOUTSIDE

Wobbly is thy soul,

In the growing abyss,

A dark ravine in the depths,

Of the mysteriously forth coming nature,

Coloured, anxiety and death,

Harrowing when you give in,

Humorous when repressed,

Searching for the perfect blend,

Anger when suppressed,

Clusters of yourself stick to others,

Only when you take a leap of faith,

Trust the fall, the screams of embarking death,

To fall in a soft haystack that was always there.