The Eyes of Turbulence

Innocence obliterated,

Forcing indecent gestures,

Initiating massacres,

Beyond the reach of serenity,

The effervescence in him,

To polarize himself,

From the presence of society,

Leaves him in a state.

A state of turbulence.

With sinister ways,

He slowly deposits happiness,

Leaving distinct affliction,

What he seeks,

Maybe beyond the sight of reach,

Decaying right in front of him,

Becoming a reverie,

Of things he once strive to be.

Grief has found it's casualty,

In the war,

Between him who waged a riot,

Within himself,

And the person he looks at,

In his mirror.

Twisted Turbulence.

Written by Mervyn Richard