The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

Hold me firm, with that distant gaze, As you espy my being, through delusionary haze, Solitary, in the mountains of furious hush, Battling the demons of seclusionary rush, The seas of placidity, smell of fate's wrath, My soul quietly betting on the tranquil's aftermath, I am afloat. like a petal caught in the bubble of hallucination, I wonder when shall end, this state of spectral illusion........                                  ~S.S~

The ways of the world have changed, humanity stands deranged, Amidst the ravenous wolves, Her soul dies first, But the body remains..............                ~S.S~