Juxtaposition

Exasperation,
constantly recurring
condition
No voices
for rendition,
this
experience of submission

Often leading to perspiration
Inhibitions
driving my respiration
towards consecration
Mentating over
possible
veneration
and the losing
essence of the
probation

Needless then to bind
the confederation
Hollering any
altercation
Sleepless nights
causing
collocation
intermingled
with dehydration

All but the symptoms
of the dying
reverberations
Never rising to the occasion
and to top it all
opportunity
knocking
once a generation

Denied an escalation
just like the feeling of
growing constipation
Still driving down
the never station
holding onto a few
priceless situations
that keep me hopeful

Of the possible progressions
and yet life
brings its share of dissipations
well knit
with the bundle of celebrations

Mere consolations
sometimes
in moments of affirmations
wily situations
vindicating
every possible
allegations

Pretty light above my head
goes bleak everytime
with little to no
variation
As voices lacking
hope
seek affirmation

Resonance
darkening my hues
when I reach within to calm
the desperation

Come when I call..
I am not left with
any more allegations