Chimera
I shield my heart with both of my eyes under shroud of dimness.
Yearning tossed its anchors all around, under shroud of dimness.
Moans have been splotches in evening time; the curtain is moved up.
New agony has arisen under a shroud of dimness.
My house is hotter, with new scents at the windows of my heart.
I manage how to miss the typhoon under shroud of dimness.
I wish to be securely covered somewhere inside your heart.
To bloom in the springtime, yet, not under a shroud of dimness.
Witch lady that strolls, takes off, and sends verse from the favored realm?
A radiant born that shines teases under shroud of dimness.
And her perfumes bind me to her spectrums, which hypnotize me.
So her storm could blow me away under a shroud of dimness.
Furthermore, to suffer grievances, love, grins, and anguish.
Also, compliance and delight moan under shroud of dimness.
Dubious loss, significant birth has occurred the same time.
Irate hurls let the incense consume under shroud of dimness.
Hits for striking hits for restoring and hits for reviving.
Thunder made the letter sound blessed under a shroud of dimness.
If not you, who is chosen of country's heavenly kindness?
Image is covered in word and sound, under shroud of dimness.
Written: April 3rd 2021
This or That, Vol 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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