Placating false shoes,

Registering driven deaths,

We find to scourge a day.

Grimacing over letters and numbers,

Kindly go away,

Shatter your glass ceiling.

Brink of quintessence,

Absence of a being,

Ornamentally choosing a scream.

Thrifty and wiser none,

Walled up in a smoked up bin,

Enigmatically known.

Glistening tears of a righteous bird ,

Entrapped in a storehouse,

Quelling it’s flight.

Truth be told,I’m unaware,

Truth be told,I’m dissociating.

Let me flinch.