urs sincerely!!!!

Sabotage my emancipation
The minerals taste bitter again,
Habits of perfection fell apart,
Like swards of soil in the rain,

Worthless wounds and unheard sounds,
Tinkle the bells of neverland,
Threatening me to shower again,
With age-old golden sands,

Blue they make me today,
With fears of revisiting our graves,
Blue they made me then
too; with weak submission I still crave,

Your pace browbeat mine,
Curling feathers, sweeping shacks,
I still vye in vain for,
the graceful grandeur all so lack,

Ancient runes left undeciphered,
My present, an anagram of past,
I tried too, being anarchious,
But then your stare swings so fast....