Partaking Chaos - Poem by Didith Marcelo
I feel sometimes I am a whangdoodle,
Oft oh so a feeling Isolato,
A depression and the snafu are coalesced together,
That gives great collide on my very soul.
Oh how unreal, pathetic, so awkward!
It's like a devastation spang in my heart,
A questions provoke, 'why? ! '
I've done nothing, that I may have this feeling,
My mom never raised me to become a hellion,
Nor I learn in some ways of bad influence,
I never, I don't! I wasn't been bad at all,
I was just trying to make any better
In everything on anything.
I now flounder, how come?
I feel like I am drunk,
How can I escape nor to end this?
Can I quibble just simple like that?
How? This has never been a mere words only.
This is a aleatory, there is no jest or droll intention.
Ratiocination I think.
Oh I claim for my culling,
A choice of chance to change.
But who, who can give an optional?
Yes, I know! Only the God,
The God of all can give,
And will can say nor ask me question
Like a multiple question in a test paper.
But how can I anticipate?
If I knew He allows me to have this fate.
Should I question God why?
No! I should wait. Only.
For good, for a reason,
For in time, I'll wait.
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