A Little Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

in have in me a little bit of everything
something quite inexplicable in words
deeply engraved on my mind and soul
quite prone to unveil its peculiar form
through preconceived examples

goodness and badness scuffling
for permanent victory
though earthly victory dies
like the smoke travelling up the skies
along with the predicament of mankinds
profitless endeavours

a little me against the aging feeling
within the circle of truthfull vanities
and so i come to realised how shallow and empty
is the fixation of beauty
that binds our senses in fleeting adoration
like a scintilating beautiful sculpture in exhibition
breaks the boundless conception of true beauty into smaller particles