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Your emotions
The sinuous highs and lows
Just make it straight
Straight and proper and bow,
to the incumbent fate.
To the world, full of tangents.
Hide.
what will hit you when?
you can only imagine.

Stay put! Don't move
Not a whimper, Please!
One shot of that lightening-
strikes the bark-ing tree
Time and tide all drowned and done
but the shackles stay on
contending the bleeding sun.

Your-SELF sits across
quizzically staring at you- like a lost cause-
as you bare your soul to all but one,
the one sitting across to you, my son.

Treated all as your own
but what about your spirit? waiting-
to be found in you, while you look elsewhere,
hoping to melt your shackles
into a sea of gold and glare.

Delete those who want to leave
Alternatives are what you need to achieve
Control your self if you need to have-
all the Options in the world, you see?

So you have been told a 100 times
to live, let live and let go of all you thought of as thine
Now left with only ash and bones
of memories not wholly your own
You Accept the loss, You try to calm down
shut yourself up and plaster complaisance all around.
You look inside searching for that strange friend
who silently existed all along
but alas! it's too late,
your spirit is gone.