Precariously Perched
Precariously perched upon the precipice of turmoil,
Various nefarious contrarious thoughts uncoil.
Serpentine consideration slithering within my brain,
Redesigned visualisation pushing me against the grain.
Unrelenting pandemonium, eyes red with sodium,
Long since fallen off my podium, feed me some opium,
Fill me with hope again, fuel me with petroleum,
If all else fails then inject me with plutonium.
Positivity is everlastingly within me,
So contradictory considering what life can bring me,
My durability put to the test of daily stress,
An understatement at the least to say my life’s a mess.
My body aches with every step, my lungs with every breath,
My mind is like a carousel of fast-approaching death.
The relativity of my own subjectivity,
Ignites a new activity of self-declivity.
An antithetical directional spectacle,
Sometimes respectable but mostly detestable,
Unconventional and incomprehensible,
Unethical, contemptible, unforgettable.
Nonsensical to make my words sound symmetrical,
Prophetical to those who aren’t very sceptical,
Incredible, impeccable, and delectable,
An irrepressible electrical chemical.
