Menopause at Teen

The wind- gentle no more,
The storm- rages.
An excess to the left,
Forced from the right,
Makes the center barren.
The scale cries of imbalance,
Pendulum swings out of rhythm.

From innocent green to orphaned brown;
The leaf withers.
From eye-storming zinc to brown-rusted roof;
The edifice leaks.
A transition- of age and defeated seasons.

The pierced iroko tree,
Sheds gummy liquid.
Turbulent defection- season of indictment.
Mountain's edges crack-
The dropping pebbles ache.
The peacock's intestine twists;
Tangled in anguish.

Climax; claustrophobia thus trends
Avalanche of anxiety occlude realities.
Can someone find me?
A soldier ant at Mecca- for pilgrimage or what?
No cause for control,
Everything is under alarm.

Bello I.O

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