There comes a time in every man's life
When the jigsaw faultlessly aligns.
The pieces are apt to fit into place,
The embodied picture, quite divine.
Yet, my puzzle continually aspires to flummox me...
Could there ever be a more swirling mass
Of undefined emotions and fears?
The tempest of brutal conscience I have,
Assaults me, year after year.
The whirlwind itself even seems discombobulated...
Every emotive has its appropriated hue;
Every passion, a demarcated shade.
Red, of course, for the amorous loss,
Orange of boldened bliss forbade.
A completed spectrum winds through my mind regularly...
While yellow serenity is seldom to come,
Green jealousy always finds its way in.
Deep blue lust is a patron of the storm
To which violent violet is only too akin.
The chaos of my equinoctial senses ravages on...
When will the clouds finally disperse?
Will the blur of my befuddlement ever clear?
As I fight back the hurricane of confusion,
I'm afraid I may simply disappear.
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