Riddles Poem by samuel nze

Purple blood rising with red
Availing osmotic imbalance
Bringing forth disquiet
Slipping taut with winsomeness

Bring it on, bring it on
Let me taste the quirk
Palate with remorseful blending
Sedate with the aroma of pain

Alas the day has come
When I no longer quiz the end
The tentative allure
The summary relaxation

Greater men have slumped
Along the same tortuous path
They have wondered why they
Could not make it to the end.