Calamity (G) * Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

A thought that's unique can capture one's attention, grabbing your full awareness towards giving opinions, deleting any probable concerns that are prevailing in its usage.

The ideal quick flash to the mind, not often given any earnest depth of consideration, traps its victim within sparkling tingles: capturing the host's trick-finding antics amusing them.

The person's foolishness becomes revolved in changes that alter them, awaken illusions deeply pitted within that do not fit: leave them alone with nothing more than their imagined memories of if.

This cage holding its lion gives out a pure threat, overwhelming alive victim unfortunate to be sealed within its cell: shouting their empty yells will not destroy its fright.

Your body, seen having no movement, is now motionless, torn and ripped into numerous pieces, you're unable to assemble oneself: enduring this calamity you brought upon yourself.