The Armory Tour Part 5
NaPoWriMo Day 5
My life craved a constructive meaning
Break through needed from a motley prosaic
Awaiting a kindling of cure and healing
Incandescence deprived, emotionally archaic
They engaged my demons
Indulged my questions, promised new prisms
I encountered friendship, connections became my beacon
My parents, at the other side of the schism
Reinstatement was no longer an option
Radically infused spirits had bled my passion
Their potent purpose tested my finesse to shoot without caution
Slaughtering my core, a consistent hammering distraction
30 rounds I shattered into my heart, my legacy the deadly Assault rifle, it’s magazine
Ending my fate as a carnage machine, Ending my life as a wolverine
Kashiana 
Most of us live in illusions but try to seek reality in its midst
A new prism attracts ,it sparkles beautiful colours but Eventually its transcience dawns
On the soul of a poet
And
the result is a beautiful piece of literature
Very very subtle thought process Love you papa
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