Tug of War
A Poem.
2 min readJan 4, 2022
Twisted, wicked, masked parade.
Never mind those idle days.
Let alone my pens recent escapades.
As the clock strikes twelve;
Pray!
Time for life’s masquerade.
Pessimistic pedigree.
A ballerina twisting free.
My ideas on the complexities of our human mind’s with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting, Hope, remains, unwavering, in all of us!.