The Voice Within

At sundry times, in awkward moments
Sipping through the mind like sweet torments
Engaging, like a strange piece of ornament
Adored for its apt sense of bewilderment

Aloof, yet comely in polite coaxing
Caressing the soul, strumming and giggling
As series of montages through the mind keep playing
Short but sensational, words can't bring to writing

Sleeps awake in every breath sustained person
Like a solider armed in a self-contained prison
Sprouting in and out with no routine or season
Possessing every hunger and every gut to reason

Glances at scenes in unequivocal dismay
Salvaging the times while it figures a way
Busy as the blacksmith's forge at day
Heating and shaping all the intangibles it may

Trapped in a soul-searching array of emotions
Contorted with unmistakable pain or passion
The voice screams of inaudible, class, submissions
Inventions, redemption, reconstruction and re-creation.

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