Feign

Another poem I just finished. Enjoy

Shadows casting benign adoration
If for a day; the future in grasp,
lacking the need for a parallel half
accidental moods mistaken for wrath.

Painted with oceans of irradiant color
sustaining a constant; monotonous glow,
brackish streams interrupting the flow
of currents tugging to & fro.

Unexpected leaps from countless bounds
rambling semantics out of pure aggravation,
feeble beings are we who drown in elation
riding the frail wings of miscommunication.

Meeting in the center of a stagnant realm
committing itself to senses in vain,
accumulated hills built around feign
continuing days; I will try to sustain.