The Bleak Occurrence.
You tried to pour dust into my eyes,
But why?
I became an object of scorn,
You wanted me to mourn.
You made me recline into pensiveness,
It was because of my submissiveness,
My hopes were shattered,
Your action wasn’t a necessary evil.
My tears flowed profusely,
My anger was aggravated,
My thoughts lost focus,
My aspirations vanished into thin air.
Suddenly there was a burst of ecstasy,
I regained my normal demeanour,
I won’t fall under your hypnosis,
I won’t be your puppet.
Victor writes 