Craving – The Daily Post prompt
The stream of fine, dulcet phrases in your sight
is a masquerade to conceal the mess.
Ricocheting uproar, piling mayhem
I’m all chaos on the inside, no less.
Perennially mercurial, entangled in scepticism
I get cravings for troubles, I confess.
So don’t ask for the keys to my heart baby,
it’s darkness in there
you’d lose your way into the wilderness.
His object of affections, the lady with a moonlit grace,
with an aura of mystique delight.
The other had phantom of clouds in her eyes, moist with love
and candor much bright.
Falling to shenanigans was an enormous vice
He made promises to both, could never make a choice.
Springs flew, summers passed, winters unfurled day by day.
A capital conundrum he was trapped in, could not find a way.
Hiding peals of laughter behind a surreptitious grin,
Nature smirked at the splendour of his sin.
Midnight Soprano 