The Perserverence Of The Paragon Poem by Ihsan Musthafa

Round and round this circle of merry go round'
Burn and burn to ashes of self made desolation
Scratching the melancholy buried under thy ground
Closed thy hand filled with exasperation

When the remedy become thy poison
When there leaves no hope of restoration
Scream and scream to find thy cloisonné
Buried deep inside the depths of thy hesitation

Burn and burn for thee knew of the phoenix's conundrum
With a little darkness, comes a little aspiration
Quit not before the inevitable, thy knew not thy persistence
For every pandemonium leads to a resolution