Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Somewhere something is amiss ...

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Somewhere something is amiss ...: Not to ask is ... The query why one consumes... Poison every day.... To forget what ... A past that has no meaning ... Today, tomorrow...

Somewhere something is amiss ...

Not to ask is ...
The query why one consumes...
Poison every day....
To forget what ...
A past that has no meaning ...
Today, tomorrow or ...
The day after.

Yet, consumed ...
In its solitary thoughts...
Confined to a darkness within ...
One remembers the pain ...
The ache that doesn't let ...
Her forgive the devils from the past ...
Everything has changed ...
Yet she remains ...
The same old messed up aching heart ...
Searching for the lost soul within ...
One, she might never find ever.

Everything seems hunky dory ...
Yet, somewhere something seems amiss ...
A mockery of feelings ...
Does destiny desire that?

The mindlessness of the thoughts ...
The blabbering of an unrested tongue ...
The solitary confinement of a troubled mind ...
Somewhere something is amiss.

The fluttering desires ...
Take over ...
An uncouth fantasy takes wing ...
Soaring high ...
Losing vanity is imminent ...
Yet, a stoic silence ...
Breaks the in vain attempt ...
To be rapturously happy ...
A facade ...
That shows ...
Somewhere something is amiss.