Tormented Storm

The stampede is on the run
Folks have disappeared
Leaving the muggins have the fun
But I try managing stay off the herd.
 .
The dance of the officious lass
Their games keep going on and on
But it will come out in the wash
When life is ready to take on.
 .
An intended tight slap on the face
The talk of fulfillment of dreams
A reminder of the nasty race
What desperate plight it seems!
 .
For a moment, I freeze at the pettiness
But I’m no squidgy, it’s time to perform
A call to shake off the shyness
And toss up a tormented storm.
.
What hits me hard is – I have no dream!
For what worth is life with no dreams at all?
In torment something bleeds and screams
And ” Out with it!” – is the moment’s call.
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